For some the peace after the last war is a blessing, but for some it has left a hollowness that just cannot be filled. They sing songs about the 'Dead Men', not knowing you were once part of them. They have the details wrong, leave out the names of your friends that were slain, burned, maimed.... They sing about sacrifice, but wouldn't know it if it bit them in the arse. And now the people just want to hear stories about strange adventures in far-away continents, and want to forget the war altogether.
Forget the war? Forget the price you've paid day after day, year after year? And for what? Parts of Aundair are still underthe heel of the occupier, not to mention those treehugging traitors in the reaches, cutting of vital supplies in the middle of the war.
People call you bitter, but they are wrong. They have forgotten what you remember still. They are blind to what you see.
Then, one day, a gnome in the livery of the cockatrice brings you a sealed letter.
"My dear friend,
I have not forgotten what you and your friends did for me on the field. Two years ago this day, I would have died if not for you. I realise I have no right to ask you to do more for me or my Aunt, but circumstances force my hand. I have need of you and your friends once more. Meet me at the House Jorasco Inn at treewell village a month from now, if you wish to see if you and your old friends can live up to their name once more.
Dover."
Forget the war? Forget the price you've paid day after day, year after year? And for what? Parts of Aundair are still underthe heel of the occupier, not to mention those treehugging traitors in the reaches, cutting of vital supplies in the middle of the war.
People call you bitter, but they are wrong. They have forgotten what you remember still. They are blind to what you see.
Then, one day, a gnome in the livery of the cockatrice brings you a sealed letter.
"My dear friend,
I have not forgotten what you and your friends did for me on the field. Two years ago this day, I would have died if not for you. I realise I have no right to ask you to do more for me or my Aunt, but circumstances force my hand. I have need of you and your friends once more. Meet me at the House Jorasco Inn at treewell village a month from now, if you wish to see if you and your old friends can live up to their name once more.
Dover."