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- Intro -
Another dreary morning in Fort Earthdown... The only thing seperating the fertile valley of the Keepers from the northern stretches of Dragon's Nest, the most inhospitable place ever.
Your fort is a rather small blockade on the southeastern corner of the vale, right at the point of ascent into the mountain regions. You have 11 soldiers under your command.
Clarence, the gunman. Robert, the warrior. Joseph, the longbowman. Thomas, the dervish. Jonathon, the mercenary. Lieutennant Harold, special forces. Susanne, the berzerker.
Tobit, the crossbowman. Jack, the mage. Link, the paladin. Marilynn, the slingshot.
And you, the leader of these 11 soldiers. Why were you even chosen? You've never seen a real battle in your life, your fundamentals are rudimentary at best, and your fears are turning your nerves into jelly.
If only you didn't have those gifts...
While you were in training, it was a knack for you to pick up complicated magical formulae and other abilities. While your fundamental magical skills may not be the best, your abilities for picking up high-level enchantments was superb.
Along with your ability at spellcasting, you always had a way with commanding people and being a leader. You were selectively chosen for this job, and when you recieved it, you only felt dissapointment.
Within a month of protecting travelers entering and departing from Keeper's Vale and Dragon's Nest, you recieved the news you were always hoping for, always fearing.
Illithids have taken over the vale, and were anniahlating everything in sight. People were talking about cities exploding, rebellions thriving, the volcano errupting, the entire vale was lit on fire. Greendale was almost gone.
By the time the portal to your base was established, news was coming in that Greendale was under siege, and illithids were moving into your territory. You were told to keep all of your soldiers in the front gate, to keep them from passing through.
It has been a week since such letter has been recieved, and the Illithids are approaching...
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And here you are...
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