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The Castle Veil. It stands waiting like some dark creature to feed off the fear and blood of those unwitting enough to step into it’s ancient halls. It’s dark presence reaches down into the town of Wintsheavan choking the very life from the poor souls unlucky enough to still inhabit the old town. Every day they pray to the gods for some form of release…

Meanwhile in the city of Rholon a stubborn dwarf merchant is hell-bent on making for the old Raven’s Pass. He seeks those brave or foolish enough to follow him in his mad dash to beat the coming snow. He is careful enough to not mention that the pass is forbidden, and surrounded by old wives tales of ghosts and curses. He cares only for the gold that he stands to gain in making the last trade with Lelhland.

Roland sits alone in the old building. His wards keeping the damned from finding him. He sits waiting a sign from his god. One that will let him know that the curse that covers this forsaken valley and pass will finally be lifted. He notices a small shadow pass by the window. As he approaches and peers out he see several birds in the sky. The clouds are breaking letting in the light of day. “So the beast hungers again does it. Well this time they will be ready. I haven’t waited this long for nothing.” Roland returns to his self made alter and begins casting his spells. He knows that the valley will only be open for a short time. He prays it will be long enough…

The castle stands watching the pass into town, waiting. As does those that dwell inside. All except one. He waits deep in the castle. Waiting for the valley to close once again. Waiting for those unwitting fools that will entertain him. Waiting to once again feed…

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