Spring had arrived. And that meant a renewing of the
campaign against The Bastard King. He had holed up in a fortress build on the
side of one of the floating continents, which made it notoriously difficult to
assault. It was situated such that any invaders would constantly struggle
against the gravity shifts. The Red Bull had a plan however. He’d made a pact
with a strange elf, one who could change his shape. He promised that he and his
troupe would sneak into the castle and open the gates. When the Bull had asked
how, the elf simply smiled.
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