C: The King of Man
You walked towards Oreus, your stride stirring dust in your wake. You had long lost track of time, consumed in a constant battle for your life. This realm, once so full of life, was now dead and cold. The ground was a dusty grey, the sky a burnt orange.
The giant tree was the only thing left, a lone pillar in an empty desert. It leaves had all gone, leaving only twisted branches reaching to the sky.
“So you have emerged triumphant, Rogg,” Oreus whispered. You grab the trunk of the tree with your scarred hands.
“Look upon your works and despair, oh King of Man. This is your kingdom, the desolation of everything but yourself. This is your curse.”
You tear Oreus in half, and take the stump and crown of the tree and smash them together until only splinters remain. The domain shatters and collapses around you, and you stand, surrounded by your champions and lot by the sun.
There were no trees around you, just piles of logs and mounds of flesh. Your champions cheered and shouted, eyes full of wonder and hope! You returned scarred and near naked, yet no richly dressed king looked as regal.
You were gone for three days after you and the monster disappeared. The fighting stopped very soon afterwards. They had lost near a thousand men and orcs in the fighting. While they waited, they cut down the forest in this area.
You had a small feast that night. The beasts made for good eating, and you toasted and cheered those forgotten. Eventually you were left alone with your thoughts as your army celebrated behind you. You never were really good with people. Alina gave you a small smile when she caught your eye passing by. She wore chainmail now, and carried a sword at her hip. You had both come a long way since the village.
And the next morning you set forward to Lorchus. The rest of the journey was rather uneventful, and you soon came to a town on the shores of a lake, and a spindle of a tower overlooking them both.
What do you do?
A. Head to the town first, ask about the tower.
B. Just head to the tower.