The Ancient Halls of Harhelm
The carved walls of Harhelm are as hard as the clan that once lived here. Chips and cracks have worn them, but still they remain.
The circular marble table is the only fixture in the centre of the deep room. Before you stands Harailt: the last of House Harhelm of the Mountain Lords of Unf, the creator of the Crimson Rose and the leader of the rebellion.
Standing on the table is Tolstir, Sea King of Tor. His horned helmet alone is as large as a grown man.
The two others are unknown to you, but they wear the styled dress of the merchant families of Balaran. They watch you with wary curiosity.
Harailt moves to speak, but his mouth snaps shut and his eyes dart to the main hall in the room beyond. The slap of steel on stone approaches.
Out of the gloom emerges the Blood Knight. He strolls in without a care in the world and stops five meters back from the table.
"Stand aside mercenary fool. These are beyond your abilities to subdue."
The circular marble table is the only fixture in the centre of the deep room. Before you stands Harailt: the last of House Harhelm of the Mountain Lords of Unf, the creator of the Crimson Rose and the leader of the rebellion.
Standing on the table is Tolstir, Sea King of Tor. His horned helmet alone is as large as a grown man.
The two others are unknown to you, but they wear the styled dress of the merchant families of Balaran. They watch you with wary curiosity.
Harailt moves to speak, but his mouth snaps shut and his eyes dart to the main hall in the room beyond. The slap of steel on stone approaches.
Out of the gloom emerges the Blood Knight. He strolls in without a care in the world and stops five meters back from the table.
"Stand aside mercenary fool. These are beyond your abilities to subdue."