Blood of the Conquerers
The road is long, snake-like, littered with bones and broken swords. Thunder roars in the distance and storm clouds crawl over the jagged peaks of the mountains. The lingering smell of rain. An ocean of dead grass.
And in the distance, the far distance, you can see the towering spires of the old fortress. Soldiers ride out to meet you with a tattered banner. Their faces are familiar, weathered and scarred. They quickly form an honorguard and escort you to the crumbling fort.
Day 11, Year 1