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The
streets of the Twelfth Century German village were riddled with poverty,
disease and discontent. The Holy Roman Empire and the German empire were once
again at odds, leaving Jaeger Hunts and his family to struggle; scrape and
steal in order to survive. The emperors ruled their fiefdoms and villages as
lords of the manor while the peasants were left to their own devices, caught in
the cross hairs of the mighty.
Jaeger
wanted a way out, wealth, power. Strong as an ox and quick with a sword, Jaeger
was a match for even the strongest Lord or Knight, but as a peasant, he would
never get the opportunity to prove himself. His village was ruled by Lord
Malcolm the Beast with his son by his side, Wren the Dreamer. Jaeger had seen
Lord Wren on numerous occasions and envied and hated the young man for his
privileged life and good looks. Lord Wren, while the same height as Jaeger, the
similarities ended there. The man sported an olive complexion, dark hair and
flawless skin. Jaeger surmised his ancestry rooted outside of Germania. Pampered,
educated, wealthy- everything Jaeger desired, but was out of his reach.
The
street was desolate; the darkness eerie in a starless sky, and the only sound
was the scurrying of rats scouring for food. Jaeger paused on his journey. The
sound so faint, he almost missed it. He waited and listened again. The sound
came from the alley way across the dirt path. Stepping lightly, Jaeger
journeyed to the sound and found a man. The robed man leaned against the dank
wall rubbing his hands together infusing warmth into his extremities.
“Ah,
young man, how fortuitous that I find as you make your journey home.”
Jaeger
looked at the man with disdain, his impeccable speech could only mean one
thing. The man was of wealth, yet he lounged in a dirty alleyway.
“Good
sir, what can I do for you on this night?” asked Jaeger cautiously.
“I
am in search of men. Men of sound bodies who are dissatisfied with the state of
the empire and who would follow a new king. A king who would look favorably on
those who serve him. Warriors of the highest caliber. I shall be your new king.
But, I am in need of assistance, as I cannot take the thrown by myself. My name
is Moriel and I am a wizard, and prepared to give you riches beyond your
belief.”
Jaeger
scratched the side of his face, his beard rough and in need of a trim. The
wizard made grand promises, but with greatness always came a price.
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