28th Slate 1193
Onec the Bandit snuck carefully into the abandoned keep, past dust and cobwebs, as the wind whistled through the gatehouse. His torch flickered and his pulse quickened. Surely the stories couldn’t be true?
Steeling himself, he entered the central courtyard, abandoned and eerie. Pale moonlight illuminated the sinister keep ahead. Onec pressed on.
The door creaked as Onec pushed inside the abandoned building, a gust of chill wind tugging at his badger leather cloak. According to local myth, a malign creature lived atop this castle and Onec had been dared by his brothers to uncover it. Fear now clenched his heart.
Atop a stone throne sat the ancient corpse of a squat dwarf. The creature was encased in blue armour, caked with dust of decades and the congealed gore of untold monsters. On his brow sat a crown of blackened bone. Onec stared at this crown which appeared to twist and ripple, hurting his eyes.
Onec was paralysed by fear as without warning a malevolent glow began to shimmer in the dead dwarf’s eye sockets. Unable to resist, Onec found his throat in the grip of the evil creature.
A voice like death rasped in his head…. “Who are you and why have you come?”
“Onec… Onec Snuggledbunnies…. I am a bandit!” he found himself saying.
The dwarf corpse laughed! Snuggledbunnies!
Black fangs sunk into Onec’s throat and the corpse drained him dry. Kosoth Griffonblaze the Shaken Galley had awakened.
In the backpack of the supposed bandit, Kosoth found a journal detailing the plans of the bandit group – they had hoped to steal from Kosoth and use his treasures to defeat a dragon!