Helspar's Crag
Your name is Dagmon Felsworth, Imperial Guard Captain, and your duty is simple: you have been assigned to a decrepit watchtower sat atop Helspar's Crag.
Most would envy the position, after all the Crag is virtually secluded. With the roiling waters of the Norstrim flanking it on one side, and swampland on the other there is little chance of an attack.
But you aren't most people. You are Dagmon Felsworth, and god damnit, you aren't ready to be put out to pasture. True, your hair may have more salt than pepper these days, but you're every bit as ornery as the young bucks that have gradually begun to take over the guard.
You breathe an exasperated sigh and begin rolling up your maps. It's been a long day and you could do for some rest. Just as you're about to settle into bed there comes a knock at your chamber door.
Most would envy the position, after all the Crag is virtually secluded. With the roiling waters of the Norstrim flanking it on one side, and swampland on the other there is little chance of an attack.
But you aren't most people. You are Dagmon Felsworth, and god damnit, you aren't ready to be put out to pasture. True, your hair may have more salt than pepper these days, but you're every bit as ornery as the young bucks that have gradually begun to take over the guard.
You breathe an exasperated sigh and begin rolling up your maps. It's been a long day and you could do for some rest. Just as you're about to settle into bed there comes a knock at your chamber door.