The Red Jackal's voice lowered to a grave whisper. "You are to deliver these cursed coins to the Almoner, who will distribute the wealth among the people to quell the unrest. It is vital that the populace remains placated."
The Red Jackal, a mysterious figure with motives known only to himself, had summoned Gaerwynn from his solitary existence. Gaerwynn's heart had quickened at the sight of the red-cloaked figure, who spoke with a voice like rustling leaves in the dead...
In days of yore, in lands of old,
A tale of valor shall be told,
Of Vomm Duram, an Oliphant bold,
And Frightal-lok, an Ogre strong and cold.
The right hand of the ruler wise,
Entrusts them with a secret guise,
Led by Portnov, guide of...
Once the forest fire died out, Frightal-lok searched through the rubble. Then he heard a voice...in his head, "I have need of your services. Repeat after me."
Frightal-lok repeated the necromancer's words and a crispy critter's body jolted...