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[color=gold]Hear all citizens! King Gonagas, the Lord of this land and the Defender of the people, has sent out a decree to all cities, towns and villages; to all who are now living within the boundaries of the Kingdom. Hear the words of your King!

[i]From King Mikill Gonagas to all ready and able who are willing to take up arms in defence of the Realm,

The Kingdom is facing a threat from the surrounding countries and the lands round about it which requires immediate action. To protect the freedom of the people, I, the King, will send a dispatch of the Royal Guard joined with all the volunteers who are given a rank in the Guard, on a pre-emptive quest to strengthen the position of the Kingdom and our ability to defend it.

Report at the gates of Helsset, the City of the King, before the harvest season begins.

May the hand of The Guardian be over us all.[/i][/color]

This was the tidings the messenger came with. You are a person of remarkable skill and talent in your art be it swordsmanship, controlling the supernatural and the elements, stealth, alchemy or any other craft. Regardless of the questions and doubts the strange and unexpected open call aroused, you answered and left for Helsset. Whether it was glory or adventure, title or rank, revenge or revolution. You had your reasons.

You met a group of other volunteers in the previous village you traveled through, the village of Giron - the last at least somewhat politically meaningful village on this streak before arriving to Helsset. Since Giron, you have been traveling together as a party. That was three days ago.

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[h3]The Aanaar Fields, Noon[/h3]

It is a sunny day just before midday. A small group of men and women who heeded the call of the King have walked steadily towards their destination since sunrise. They had a breakfast before packing the camp and a lunch while walking. In a week they would begin their training with the Royal Guard.

As the group descends from the Giron Plateau through the Rocky Gate, a beautiful and peaceful view opens before them. Protected by a grayish brown mountain range in the West and another in the North, a vast green field expands towards South making a gentle slope towards the Western shore of Lake Guhkki. In the protecting embrace of the mountains, this isolated place strikes with a clear aura of peace and idyllic, simple lifestyle. One could wonder how it is possible considering it's position as place everyone passes through on their way to Helsset.

Further towards South there is a waterfall raging down from the mountains into a large, dense mixed tree forest. It starts a river that streams through the forest and the field in a Northeast direction into the lake; first coming out from the forest as a minor rapid, then calming down to a rather calm river.

Along the river in the distance of a couple of miles they see the picturesque farmer village of Avveel - the village where they would stay over the night and restock for the remaining journey to Helsset. It is surrounded by fields on both sides of the river. There are not many out working now since it is a time for a longer break. Still they can see a few dots working for the bread of the village and it's guests. The sky is clear and a gentle wind is sweeping over the lands in refreshing waves. Far on the other side of Lake Guhkki, mighty rocky hills rise towards the skies.

In a shouting distance towards the Northern mountain range on the left side of the gravel road to the village there is a young boy. He is walking back and forth, investigating the ground around the bigger and smaller rocks and boulders. Clearly he is looking for something.