Until an odd Adventuring Wizard chanced upon Arnakhor(Still regarded as Hrane) and a clutch of Mercenaries trading war stories. Hrane was looking for work at the time, and the Wizard was looking for bodyguards. He claimed that he could have handled himself, though he did not wish to take his chances while he had research in the North, in the Wilderness. Hrane and a party agreed to join the Wizard. The Wizard refused to tell the mercenaries why they were hired, only that he required protection, just in case things did not go to plan.
They made camp near a graveyard, at the Wizards request. Revealing to them an ancient book of magic, he proclaimed that he could raise the dead himself, and if he was right, these reanimated warriors would serve him without question. The Mercenaries were uneasy, though they didn't feel safe dividing themselves to leave the wizard to his madness. Who knows what lurked in the Wilderness? Alone they would possibly perish..
The Wizard went to work, chanting words from the old book in a deep throaty voice, Hrane stood nearby, more curious than afraid. The Wizard chanted for two hours to no avail, before closing the book in anger. Nothing had changed. The Wilderness was just as dark as it was two hours ago, the graves did not stir. No change in the wind. Though all of the sudden, wild howls surrounded the mercenary camp, and packs of Demons, and Red Clad warriors surged toward them. They fought for their very lives, though against such odds, they could not hope for victory. When the Wizard died, though, his blood spilling upon the graves, almost at once did the dead rise from their coffins to the fight, killing both Mercenary, demon, eachother, whatever was in their path. Chaos ensued, and a band of Mercenaries fled from the carnage. When they looked back as they ran, they saw arms rising from the dirt, pulling Hrane underneath.
Months have passed since then, and the men that escaped made a home in Edgeville...
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