Lords of RPG

This Kingdom has lost its capital, and if Vax, Squee, and the others were at home...then it has lost its King and heroes.

Viktor knew what he had to do. Call it a mission. A job. A calling. An obligation. It didn't matter what you called it. Desmond Fick, the lich-lord of Cragmore, must die. And he would die by Viktor's hand.

Around him was a scene of horror and loss. For as far as he could see, a hoard of undead were feasting on fallen horses and men. Judging by their armor and weapons, the fallen men were great warriors. But, it had not been enough.

Mavis brought a cup of tea on a tray into her master's study.  The oddities that littered every shelf of the large room seemed to fall outside of the servant's ability or want to notice.   Her master sat at his large mahogany desk, he...