Fair fortune or foul have brought you and your companions to the Barony of Aldoc, infamous for its bloody persecution of mages and the priesthood of any pantheon. But where there's strife there are those willing to hire a bamd of mercenaries such as yours. Indded, fate seemed to smile the first week, for the Baron himself sought your services to recover a bauble, a royal symbol stolen by some lackwit.
But fate played strange games when the trail led to an underground labyrinth. Now you scrabble through slimy caves, stalked by a band of mysterious masked men, unsure if you will ever again see the light of day.
But if any man can succeed, it is the captain of your company. He earned his sword in the frozen wastelands of the north against barbarian and soldier alike. He's one man you'd follow into the nether-world itself, this man called Conan.
Crusader1 15:11, 12 November 2008 (UTC)