<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/7983EzN.png)</div>"<strong>Thank you for joining me, I understand this was a significant journey for some of you.</strong>"<em>King Aemon</em>had quite recently celebrated his eighty first birthday. Though his reign had been characterised by his energetic ambitions and in his youth he had been a fierce warrior it was quite clear he was feeling the years. Strong by the standards of men who made it to his age but still quite old. Here and now however he stood by the window that gave him a view of the city.<em>His city</em>. It had been nothing when he had arrived. Forest by a beach. He had been a young man then, strong and fit. Like something from the stories. His fellowship had found treasure, such treasure! When they sailed back to his father's Empire they told everyone what they had found. Not to mention the evidence of it, gold and gems! A great expedition followed. They founded a Port and named it '<em>Breacadh an lae</em>' in the old tongue of the Empire it would mean quite literally 'breaking the day' but more correctly the place was known as '<em>Port Dawn</em>.' That had been sixty years ago. A small port to begin gathering treasures from this place and sending them back to the Empire proper. Aemon however was a third son. There was little for him to do in the old world but in this new one? It had taken great effort but ten years of people arriving had turned it into something else. Countless adventurers, farmers, merchants, stone masons, black smiths, no small number of scholars. It was endless. The port was bigger. Lay over camps became villages, a couple of town charters had to be written. Eventually Prince Aemon & his father agreed, this was no little station. It was a growing Kingdom in its own right and so Aemon, Prince of the Impireacht Ghotach became<em>Aemon, King of Breacadh an lae.</em><br/><br/>Stepping back from the window and shifting on the spot the King turned to the great oak table where the assembled group were perched. "<strong>Allow me to explain....some time ago my chief wizard, Aeroc, received some very promising information on what we believed to be some form of ancient palace. I understand some of you are not local and have traveled from the Empire proper so allow me to elaborate. There are no known native humans, elves or dwarves in this land. None of their cousin folk either. Breeds of Orcs and other goblinoids certainly but they are....primitive, we shall say. The idea of a <em>palace</em> could change our understanding of this continent and its history. Not to mention of course, it promised all manner of ancient lore and magic! As these things are known to do.</strong>" though there was a significant sense of gravity to his words it was hard not to see him as a kindly and grandfatherly figure. Many would say he was. Certainly Aemon was quite literally a grandfather but as the King to a prosperous colony of the Empire he had founded himself and guided with great care, many saw him as the father of this land and all its people.<br/><br/>"<strong>No expense was spared in preparing an expedition. Aeroc assembled everything himself, he would have it no other way. He hand picked everything. It was expected the journey would take approximately a year, much of the traveling would take place where no real paths exist yet and so we understood there was some danger but that daft old wizard went off all the same.</strong>" there was an affection in his voice that made it quite clear Aeroc had not<em>just</em>been a professional aide but a very dear friend. "<strong>I received this letter some time later.</strong>" it was revealed from within a heavy purple sleeve and offered to the nearest adventurer at the table. "<strong>It would appear the palace was some form of tomb or prison, both it would appear. Aeroc believed this is the prison of Arakesh, the first Necromancer and Sorcerer King of Aegypt. You can see for yourself the concern expressed in the letter. Aeroc very much felt disturbed by the place and he implies <em>something</em> is active in that tomb. Something with enough power to terrify the most powerful wizard I have ever met in my life.</strong>" one hand slipped over the white stretch of hair neatly groomed over his chin. Aemon was silent for a time as he allowed the letter to be read by each of the assembled group. After a handful of moments he plucked at a goblet of water on the table, previously poured by a young cup bearer now standing quietly in the corner.<br/><br/>"<strong>As you may be working out, I intend to send you after Aeroc. Hopefully find him alive and help him come home. This...prison-tomb is also a concern. It must be confirmed if anything is alive down there, though I pray to all the Gods and my ancestors worthy of ascending to their halls that our world will never see an evil like Arakesh again. I cannot stand by and ignore this risk. Necromancers possess unnatural powers over even their own afterlife and if even a fraction of the stories are true, he was by far the most powerful in those black arts.</strong>" Aemon believed that was quite enough to start with. It would not hurt to allow the brave group before him a moment to take in everything he had been saying. 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