[Chaos]

A grand fortress stood at the southern peninsula, but now was a ruins, or heath, in the south. The portal, a brilliant scarlet rift that hangs above the cracked stones and broken table at the heart of the halls of the renamed Fortress Syzygy of the House of Nocturne. Brilliant purple banners flew from the flagpoles that remained standing, and even though there were obvious signs of disrepair, wretches patrolled the worn and broken walls, or dug a trench from the sea to the hall. The Lord of Nocturne, a crimson skinned man with curving horns wearing an extravagant outfit that is almost remarkably similar to the fashions of an aged Bastion, stood at his war table.The silver circlet about his head shone in the moonlight as he surveyed his schemes.

An onyx ram's head, with curled, wicked horns, stood in the woods, at the border of a hold called Wynchestir. Luckily the maps had been salvaged from their first incursion. Further north, a gilded lion stood at the border of the Queendom of the Silver Paw, and to the northwest of Fortress Syzygy, a blackwood carriage rode into the mountains.


Yes, the Lord's schemes were beginning....