Your party hits the road. Through many days and nights you finally reach BrumHill
There you show the split battle horn to a guard. He gasps and leads you into the keep. You take many twists and turns following with the guard ignoring your queries. You are led into the what seems like the main hall. He ushers you in, whispers in the Lords ear, and takes the court outside with him. It is just you and the king now.
"So....my Captain says that you have something for me?" The lord asks with a tremor to his voice. Cayman advances up the steps and lays the pitiful broken horn at his feet. The lord reaches down grabbing it. He looks at you and moans loudly while clutching the horn. "My son.........My son is dead.........." he yells out. "Who are you and how did you come by this?"Cayman responds accordingly telling of their adventure. "How did my son die? Where is the body?" "We know not the answer." Replies Cayman "I wish to bury my son here in Brumhill, where the ancestors may take him in. Will you retrieve his body? Talk to my captain if you can, he had information on my sons last whereabouts." Says Lord HammerHand. He points at the door and begins to sob while staring at the horn. As the door slams shut you hear him mumbling to himself "My line has ended. My only son cut down..."
The guard that brought you in steps forward. "I heard what happened. My Lords son was last seen near The Temple of Throglin(E1). His duties were supposed to take him to TharBakin as a emissary for my Lord. You may search either place for more information. I wish you luck and wind beneath your feet. He seem's anxious for information."
captain tell your lord we will start a search and find the body but because we will be going though this trouble for you and your lord could you please spare 1 or 2 men as you can see we are only 5 and are ability to take on the foes we may face are greater with support. i think for you lords sake making us that little bit stronger could make the difference
"Captain tell your lord we will start a search and find the body but because we will be going though this trouble for you and your lord could you please spare 1 or 2 men as you can see we are only 5 and are ability to take on the foes we may face are greater with support. i think for you lords sake making us that little bit stronger could make the difference" Says Cayman. The Captain looks mournfully at your party. "I cannot grant that request. All of our legions are away fighting the Demon threat. What few men here are the Lords own gaurds that stayed behind should a ally try to betray my Lord. There is nothing else i can give to help you."
Educated people handle ideas more complex than this all the time. We have a more complicated understanding of football than we do genetics and evolution. Nobody thinks just the quarterback wins the game.