Heroes’ Rest
Heroes’ Rest is the site of a great battle over thirty years ago which pitted the forces of Last Bastion and the Witchwood Company against the Great Mother Cult. The battle that raged saw to the death of thousands on both sides; however, the necromancers which the cult employs saw to raising the dead and using them against the living. Thus a slaughter ensued and forced the living forces to retreat back to Last Bastion while being hounded by their enemies. The battle at Heroes’ Rest was the final attempt at an aggressive incursion East by the forces of the Witchwood Company. Since then they have remained hiding behind their wall, hoping to ride out the storm that the Great Mother Cult threatens to bring.
Heroes’ Rest is nothing more now than a field of bones and shallow graves; the warm breeze which carries from the south to north gently weathers away at the bones to eventually turn them to nothingness. Now it is home to twisted life that scavenges for any scraps of life on which to feed. The barren battlefield drained of what little life was left in the wake of the Great Mother Cult.
Heroes’ Rest is the site of a great battle over thirty years ago which pitted the forces of Last Bastion and the Witchwood Company against the Great Mother Cult. The battle that raged saw to the death of thousands on both sides; however, the necromancers which the cult employs saw to raising the dead and using them against the living. Thus a slaughter ensued and forced the living forces to retreat back to Last Bastion while being hounded by their enemies. The battle at Heroes’ Rest was the final attempt at an aggressive incursion East by the forces of the Witchwood Company. Since then they have remained hiding behind their wall, hoping to ride out the storm that the Great Mother Cult threatens to bring.
Heroes’ Rest is nothing more now than a field of bones and shallow graves; the warm breeze which carries from the south to north gently weathers away at the bones to eventually turn them to nothingness. Now it is home to twisted life that scavenges for any scraps of life on which to feed. The barren battlefield drained of what little life was left in the wake of the Great Mother Cult.
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