After freeing a group of soldiers and peasants from ork slavers, our heroes ventured towards the nearest Imperial fortress, Ursa Hold. But during their journey, they have run into...
'An elven guardian. These can be only summoned, which means...'
'Listen, let me explain. I am Apollyon, and we only use this ork wagon as temporary means of transportation...'
'We clearly know that, Apollyon, or should I say, false Gawain*?'
*'Gawain' is the elvish title for force commander
'I'm Valeera, and I was ordered to track down and return the Gawain who caused the death of our beloved enchantress. Come with us and face trial in elven land, Apollyon, or I'm afraid we'll have to kill you and your allies.'
'Are you insane woman? We've all done our best back in that fight, it's not Apollyon's fault!'
'I don't care what lies you're trying to say, dwarf. You should climb back, you're an ideal target for my rangers now.'
'Calm down my friends. I'll go with them, and you can continue towards Ursa Hold. Everything will be fine.'
'I'm ready to face elven court, Valeera. Now let my allies venture forth.'
'Very well. Continue your journey. But the wound you've caused to our kin will take a long time to heal. We have to reconsider our allegiance with the Empire.'
'Typical. When you'd think everything is getting better...'
Meanwhile, deep within the Fortress of Evil:
'What are you up to, Warlock?'
'I've sensed a source of immense power to appear... I've prepared a ritual to temporarily summon it into the court.'
'What mortal trickery is this?'
'Hah, what immense strength... but it lacks discipline.'
'Listen, you were summoned here by my will, however you are only temporarily displaced, as such, you can't leave the triangle that the crystals form. Now, would you be so kind to explain what you are?'
'Fine, mortal maggot... I am the Destroyer, who will break this world and bathe it in blood and become almighty once again... soon.'
'Ah, I see... we share a common thing: the desire, the hunger, the appetite for destruction. I guess you need something to achieve your goal... I propose you a deal: you help me in crushing the Imperial forces, and in return, I will give you the needs to fulfill your desire. What do you say?'
'Fine, mortal... for now I may aid you.'
'Splendid, I'll let you know when and where we shall strike. Noww off with you.'
'Alright Ezra, organize our troops! We're marching against Ursa Hold!'