The High King gazed from the narrow window of his bedchamber into the summer sky. It had been nearly a year since his youngest son had visited him, and Conn's heart grew weary with waiting for his favorite son's return. True, on his last visit the youth had brought ample plunder from the savage lands brought under the Marverni overlord's control, and had looked stronger and healthier than ever, and the druids brought news of his conquests in distant lands each month, but the old man longed to see his boy. Well... that, and he did not entirely trust the druids. He ruled many lands now, yes, but the druids administered them. And he did not like this. The druids did as he asked, but they seemed too... confident. Too... smug. There were times he felt they were humoring him, their liege though he might be. The priests brought messages of how his new lands fared, but when he sent spies to confirm their tales, they did not return. The druids spoke of bandits and ruffians haunting the roadways, but five envoys had died this past year. Something was not right.
And now, his sheriffs had began to recount merchant's tales of demonic marauders roaming nearby lands. Of farms ravaged by packs of devils. Of cults of blood and fire springing up in the north. Conn shivered in the abnormally cold summer air, made the sign of Torcmór, and turned from the window towards his hearth, to stoke the fire before retiring to another night of troubled sleep.
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Topic: Dominions3 PBEM - Round Six (Read 19278 times)