Paths split, sometimes to merge once more. Sometimes only to stray ever further.
Friends and comrades are made, lost, and sometimes, against all odds, found again.
None can predict the turns one's life may take.
None can predict the losses to come.
One can only hope.
A killer seeks his path to freedom. A path away from the blood that has haunted his life.
A young warrior, journeys to a new world in search of glory, only to find himself forgotten.
A sellsword searches for an easy job.
The mercenaries of the Stone and Shield have suffered great losses, their numbers decimated, many comrades lost. The bulk of the surviving mercenaries return to their home in Frostmoor on the edge of the Norwaldian Wilderness. Eager to begin a period of rest while they winter in.
Others survive, scattered across the world. Whether arriving on the distant western shores, far from the reaches of the Emrosian Empire, or in the capital of the troubled kingdom of Talres. For some of the surviving mercenaries, there will be anything but a time of rest.
