A Land Far Away

Throgar looked upon the shores of Western Gwynneth. His fleet of raiders had made the crossing from Rauthym in record time, the symbol of their new god proudly displayed on every sail.

The armies of Gwynneth were marshalled and war began again. Raids were not uncommon on the isle, but this time people could feel it was different. These raiders were feral, animal like in their bloodlust, more motivated to kill than merely loot and pillage. Their savagery knew no bounds. Reports of cannibalism streamed into the capital.

The regent threw the bulk of his forces and the mustered armies of his vassals into the defense of the western farmlands, leaving a token force of older peasants to guard the capital Corwell and the road that cut east across the heart of the island. Cantrev Koart and its well moated village were left in the hands of Lord Koart's youngest son and a collection of nearly retired farmers. Poorly sharpened pitchforks were the weapon of choice amongst this militia. Raiders never ventured far into the considerably poorer and bleaker heartland of the island, nor would they dare raid the well protected eastern shores where the armies and navies of Alaron Isle and Snowdon Isle maintianed a firmer grip on this loosely united kingdom known as the Moonshae Isles. There was nothing to worry about, and the lord's youngest son sulked, having been left behind while his older brothers found glory on the battlefield.

Ithildur wrote:((I believe we should note especially the part about what kind of people currently are playing the role of defenders of places like Corwell and Cantrev Koart: 'token force of older peasants' and 'a collection of nearly retired farmers' with 'poorly sharpened pitchforks' as weapons. Per Castano, even though the NPCs ingame are not represented thus in the module presently without a DM altering them, it should be assumed this is mostly what characters see instead of well armed, doughty young men in their prime))