<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 24pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>The Prisoner of Ashwall</strong></span></span></span></div><br/><div align="center">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/70/05/14/70051439da2dc466756bb13c607db2af.jpg)</div><br/><em>The Kingdom of Carrowynn is a fractured realm of feuding nobles. Five hundred years ago Artur Greymantle, the Last King, was murdered, and a curse fell upon his realm. Now, the living dead hold the capital of Crownhall, and the Spectral Regent sits the throne, awaiting one worthy to rule these lands once more. Much has been lost since then, many noble lines snuffed out, their ancient fortresses now little more than forgotten ruins. Forgotten, at least, to the people of Carrowynn.</em><br/><br/>Nestled in a narrow pass through the Blackspire Mountains, Castle Ashwall had been abandoned for centuries. And yet, it appeared, something had taken up residence within. Crude banners hung from the crumbling parapets, carrying a the image of a a shattered skull in black upon a red background. Weeks ago, reports had reached the Duchy of Blackspire that one of their outlying holdings, the Barony of Telwyn, had fallen to orcish invasion. It was unknown if House Telwyn had any survivors. Duchess Aria Blackspire placed a bounty upon the orcs responsible, promising a landed title to whomever brought the savages to justice.<br/><br/>Lady Elicia Linet and her companion, the grim priestess Angeline Vonner, had tracked the orcs to this forgotten stronghold, once meant to hold their kind at bay. The warrior women surveyed the Castle as it loomed over them, a few miles further up the pass, devising their approach.