Paxus Asclepius
First Post
The party is in full swing, the cares of the moment forgotten in the celebration of past and future. Exotic drinks and hours'd'ouvres are served, and the musicians keep up a steady melody loud enough to dance to without covering conversation. The mood is abruptly and rudely broken when a man appears in midair over the dance floor, landing heavily on his feet in a jumble of vestments. As he rises, a panicked look in his eyes, you recognize the High Priest of Apollo in Andorel.
"Disaster strikes! The gods of the North move against the River Kingdoms! Thor himself is leading an army towards the High Woods, to cross the Dragonspine Mountains into Hierakonpolis itself! If the Northmen invade elven territory, this war will spread across the entire world! You must do something!"
"Disaster strikes! The gods of the North move against the River Kingdoms! Thor himself is leading an army towards the High Woods, to cross the Dragonspine Mountains into Hierakonpolis itself! If the Northmen invade elven territory, this war will spread across the entire world! You must do something!"