Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20170331010116

Conrad Wulf was dead, but that still hadn't stopped him.

Ended by those he had hunted in life, his legacy lived on in the fanatics he once called allies. Now, scattered and fighting amongst themselves, his army posed almost as big a threat as before; their movements and actions, now unpredictable, occupied much of Marcus' time. Help came in the form of a larger-than-life man named Baku and his mercenary band. With his much-needed aid, the troubled country of Zahmeria was made safe once again.

Unfortunately, so occupied was Marcus that he had to delay a promise---a promise made to his beloved Cyndwella, the mercurial Wisp Queen. He had promised Cyndwella that he would come and help her restore her lost town, where she ruled over her Undead Mamono. Finally free of his duties, Marcus would now focus on winning Cyndwella's love.

But this chapter of their love begins elsewhere.

It is born on the storm-draped cliffs of the East Wing Covenant, where a castle perches, overlooking a sea of fog and moonlit treetops. Braziers burn on either side of the long bridge leading to the portcullis. Silently, a slender, dark shape walks across it, patient, unhurried. The shadows of the braziers' fires dance in the night, bending towards the figure as it walks, holding out their tendrils in supplication, begging to go with it...

...And somewhere, the last few grains of sand fall through the bottom of an hourglass. 