Ludi Blog

Welcome, stranger.

These are not my journals, but the journals of my fore-fathers and their adventures in the frozen north.  I have decided to re-write them, as the parchment is now yellow with age, and the pen-strokes are becoming more illegible through the watermarks and bloodstains.  I long time has passed since they were written, and I doubt that any one else remembers the sacrifices that they made, or how close the world came to .... 

But, I get ahead of myself.  Let me set the scene....

The Bloodstone Wars were over and the Witch King and his minions had been defeated.  The lands of Damara, Vaasa and the frozen north had begun the long road to recovery.  The lands were still wild, and King Dragonsbane had sent a proclomation throughout the land, declaring a bounty on the monsters that still roamed the lands.  But, in the frozen north, the destruction of one evil simply leaves a void, waiting to be filled.  And so, another came.  In the dead of night & without warning, a subtle change took place.  It started so simply, as the news from one small village stopped.  The trade caravan, doing it's rounds, failed to return.  Rumours of strange creatures, began to spread.  And Hardwick, Captain of the local militia, needs men to investigate... 

Who would answer his call and what would they find?  Follow me now, if you will, as I recount the adventures of those brave men & women...