The Western Shores

The Massacre at Crossroads

It has been nearly 7 years since the army of Lord Cadderack swept across the land, killing and pillaging. Taking anything they could keep. The army was vast and skilled. Nothing stood in their way. Nothing that is until the came upon a small monestary that was told taught the untimate skill with a blade. Seeking more skill, Lord Cadderack sent emissaries to barter for training. The schools strict policy of a 49 student attendance didnt allow for them to teach one who did not even come himself. His offer was denied. This infuriated the lord and he commanded his army to sweep across the area killing anything and burning everything else. What he did not account for was the story of the swordmasters skills being underestimated. During the ensuing battle that lasted 5 days, left the monestary all but wiped clean. The army had been routed on several occasions as the body count dwindled. The once “vast” army had been so devestated that the lord had to return home, not in defeat, but to recruit more troops and train them. Only 4 of the brethren of swordsmasters survived, they sought after the Lord Cadderack but like a shadow had vanished. Seperately they travel the land in search of their would be assassins.

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Shrine of the Seven

The Seven are a group of renowned swordsman who developed styles for 7 different blades from throughout the world, These seven chose to develop and teach their discipline to those of exceptional skill and sincere interest. With detication they designed and built the school, commonly called the “Shrine”. They limited the school to 50 members 7 teachers, 42 students(7 per teacher) and one rotating teacher with the title of grandmasteter to preside over the school for the year.

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The Wizard's Mark

A man stumbles into the party and before anyone can realize whats going on he grabs your(PC’s) hand and says some uncomprehensible gibberish and stabs a quill into your palm. Magical energy is released and a flash of light forces everyone around to notice the flash, those already interested in the comotion are blinded by the flash. When you recover your vision, the man who stabbed you with a pen is collapsing at your feet. As he dies he speaks softly, almost inaudibly, “This will lead you to it, don’t let them get it” It is at this point that you notice the almost razor thin shaft of an arrow sticking out of his back. Glancing past the now limp body, you see people start to look in your direction. Looking past the crowd and to the sky you see a shadowy figure on a nearby rooftop. Armed with a bow and clothed in black with nothing save the eyes showing, kneeling there in the glimmer of evening’s light, staring at you, as if memorizing your features, and then in an instant is gone.

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