Lambrias is the setting for an RPG that has spent years circling the head, defined as something between A Game of Thrones and Dune. Maybe someday you get to write, so soon occurred to me this story that could well serve as an introduction a campaign.
rained on Castelnere desperately. The water and the darkness of the moonless night sky that had provoked a lively appearance, like a viscous mass which was sliding on the imposing walls of the vetusta strength.
was not the best time to travel and still half a dozen riders came to the castle with great noise of horse armor and helmets. None displaying banner and wearing dark clothes made to confuse with the dark horizon.
They stopped their horses a few yards from the huge oak door. Castelnere was a defensive fortress but had no pit, there was no place for such defenses at the site was located. Scholars have dated the age of its stones speak of over a thousand years. At that time, its practitioners hada good lift on a steep hill, difficult to access for men on foot, so that a small garrison could easily withstand a force of siege.
A light appeared hesitant on the lookout in response to the insistent demands of the Knights.
- Who goes? - Shouted the guard northern accent.
One of the men stepped forward as a convenient lightning illuminated the scene. In fact there were six, coveredjourney through dark layers of coats and without sight. They were armed with steel swords hanging from their belts as a symbol of his position. The speaker was a beardless young man, just the age of a squire. "
- Calisti Leandro, Duke of Lostania, and his staff sought refuge in the storm tonight.
light disappeared for a moment, in which riders looked at each other worried. In the center carrying a gentleman whose most characteristic feature was a black beard, well recOrtado to match his eyes, too dark and deep. He was young and nice features. The trembling fire of a torch returned to the top of the wall and heard a tremendous crunch of wood. The rain continued to fall with tremendous force.
- Sea! - This time the voice was deeper and older. - Welcome to Castelnere!
The huge doors opened and the horses pawing impatient with the possibility of finding a warm, dry shelter for the rest of the night. The hulls of animals echoed in the courtyard and the black-bearded young man of not even waited for him to stop his horse. Jumped off quickly and went with great strides at the entrance to the citadel. A stout man, wrapped in gray robes, awaited him at the foot of the stairs spent standing with an air of urgency.
- By Arion, excellence. Hurry, it's almost done. Young Mr.
not even look at your partner and quickly ascended the steps.
- night This damn dog, Guido. - Said. - In my life seen rain like this.
- not done in years, said Guido .- excellence.
The Duke was admitted through the halls of the citadel away to the servants in their wake. The interior was a cozy, lit by the warm glow of candles and torches. She left her soaked coat lying on the floor and stoppedcute, to the double door that was on the opposite side of the aisle and found it locked.
- Open the door! I need to see it!
An old man and consumed, wearing a brown jacket and wearing only a hat decorated red air approached him slowly. -
is not possible at this time .- said.
- & nbsp; I am the father. I'm the Duke of Lostania. - Shouted.
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I know you well, Duke. But what was to happen has already happened. It's time for divination and the ceremony can not be interrupted. Leandro Calisti knocked on the door with his fist. He was a strong, young and high position, suited to the arms and letters but nothing could against a force as old as time. Nothing could against Fate. Its membersold order gave them, expand their consciousness beyond time and space. Finally, each woman would deliver a prophecy about the child. The first of his character, the second on their achievements in life, the last of her death.
One last cry interrupted his thoughts. It was his voice, the voice of Ross, the voice of his love. The doors opened and the three women emerged from the darkness. Tremendous heat stroke followed them. On the other hand, Rossana sosteníaa her child, dressed in a white gown stained with blood. She had long dark hair Those words stuck him like a sharp knife in the chest. The woman turned away from Ely followed his companions. Leandro glanced into the room. The servants gathered the bloody rags and tidy up the room between sobs drowned. Rossana holding the baby, sitting on the large canopied bed, her sweet voice singing a lullaby. The small pink waved his arms and touched her mother's chin with tiny fingers. He approached her and sat down on the bed. Steel breastplate and sword felt heavy as nunca, as if the vigor of youth had gone in a flash.
- What did we do, Ross? - Whispered as she ignored him and continued singing softly.
The maids were gone, like men waiting in the room. All but the old man who had spoken. His tired face remained inscrutable. Lightning lit up the night and saw Leandro for a second as the old face was transformed into a white skull.Thunder shook the cas
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