The Fall of Avalon
Rumours and Legends
The Slumbering King
Stories speak of a man from a distant land, blessed with great power and the charisma to move nations. Brought to Avalon long ago, his people hoped the magic of Avalon would sustain him in his slumber and allow his mortal wounds to heal. So he would not be disturbed, he was interred in a stone vault beneath the Ancient Terrance Mountains to await the day when his people would need him again.
The story has a bitter-sweet end, however: should he awaken and leave Avalon, his mortality would take hold once more, and Avalon will never accept his return.
The Holy Grail
Legend tells of an artifact of immense power brought with the Slumbering King. Its said to provide eternal life to whomsoever possesses it. Most people find this legend the hardest to believe, since its description and location changes from storyteller to storyteller. They even disagree on whether the artifact itself contains the power, or whether it is just a simple vessel that blesses whatever is placed within it.
Mostly people disbelieve such tales because if the King had such an item, why would he need to rest and recover when he cannot die?
Rumours and Tales heard from your travels:
- There have been strange reports coming from the villages and traders passing near the Shor’el Jungle: new unidentified creatures and regular animals acting strange, including village lifestock/beasts of burden
- People venturing deep into the eastern forests havent been heard from again. Some say the Dryads are to blame
- The Elven communities of Pinehill are refusing trade, even going so far as to threaten violence
- Strange, sporadic rumblings have been heard deep beneath the dwarven mountains, near the Crag. The dwarves don’t seem to care.
- An old man travelling with a caravan that came from the north speaks of “treasure” hidden beneath a “cold-hearted” monastery in Freehold
- A shakey soldier, who looks like he’s seen too much, mentioned something about Fort Caretaker and mass murders
- No one has heard anything from the village of Whitehill in some months. While trade is dying down for winter, it’s unusual for an entire village go dark. Desperate traders found empty, abandoned buildings and desperate travelers have not been heard from again.
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