Promendale

Tryouts Have Begun!
May you survive your first test of many...

Heroes from all over the land have gathered together for the preliminary rounds of testing to join the Right Hand. You are aware that danger awaits you, but no one knows for sure what you will face this day. The Right Hand changes and sculpts the challenges each time recruitment takes place so that no one will have an unfair advantage. They do not want you to be prepared for their tests because they know that things will happen in battle that soldiers simply cannot prepare for.

The Right Hand breaks its ranks down into small skirmish teams. This allows each hero to use his or her abilities to the best of the Right Hand. Every hero is given a number and letter combination as they file into the barracks in Winterloch Mill.

It seems odd that your journey begins in the small farm town of Winterloch Mill, but if you are not careful, your journey could end here, too.

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Welcome to Promendale
The Right Hand of the King

It has been nearly 3,300 years since the Necromancer Lord Janicero was banished to the Endless Nether, or so say the bards and the priests. Most common folk now don’t believe in that silly story. Tales of raising the dead, holy warriors, the Omnis, and all the massive battles are regarded as folk tales that the bards use to entertain bar patrons and the monks use to seduce tithes from the working class. After all, the monks claim that it is their monasteries that protect the world from Janicero now, but everyone knows that it is not the monks that protect Promendale,

Citizens now trust the ruling family of the Nerites. For over 700 years the Nerite family have ruled the land of Promendale. The Nerites united the land after the Great War. It took every noble race to stand together to slay the orc warlord Stormgrowl. Where as before elves, dwarfs, men, and all the other races were so worried about their petty differences, when Stormgrowl and his legions swept into the land, Lord Nathanal Nerite rallied the various Dukes and Princes of the races to band together under 1 banner in order to save civilized life. It took 18 years and many deaths, but Stormgrowl fell to the mighty mace of the paladin Teeno.

After the battle was over, the council decided to band together. Each race has diplomats in the court. Half of everyone’s taxes go to their local government, where half of the tax goes to support the King’s Right Hand, the best army that Promendale has ever known.

Every 10 years, the King holds tryouts to join the Right Hand. Not everyone survives the tests, and if you do survive, you will probably die in service to the Right Hand, but while you are still alive, the pay is excellent. Some people consider the Right Hand to be the saviors of the land, while others consider them mercenaries for the King.

The selection process has begun. You have trained your entire life for these try outs. You know that you could die during the initial spars, but you believe that you are one of the best heroes in Promendale, and you are ready to start your quest for glory, fame, and gold, but will you survive is the question. Your story begins here…

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