Brumlock the Vengeful woke with a cry in the night. Animated by his dark desire, he crawled out of his slumber and into the night. He gripped his large broadsword and began his trek towards his quarry.
His back cracked several times as he did so. How long had he been asleep?
It mattered not.
He would have his revenge on Kronn the Bold, and then he would drown this pitiful realm in flame.
Questions swirled through Brumlock’s consciousness. Where was his horde of vassells, waiting on his...
