Whitewillow - a walled trading town that became a haven for the undead under the newly-established leadership of the necromancer Streban since he'd taken it over with the aid of his newly-bound servants just a few days ago. In that time, Streban had wrought a number of changes, using the lingering energy of departed souls left by the slain townspeople to resurrect most of them as undead, and since then he'd set them to work on a bold plan, having the soulbound townsfolk begin preparing for a siege, devoting all of their now-endless energy to fortifying the town for a siege.<br/><br/>This is where your story begins, in the towns church - a large, well-appointed hall dedicated to the gods and lit by soulfire torches that illuminated the interior with a pale blue light, a central altar surrounded by stone statues of each of the three deities of the world - Asara the Soulkeeper, Silent Mishaka the Harbinger, and Torrin the Lawbringer. A fourth shrine, concealed on the opposite side of the lawbringers where no light touched, was dedicated to Grom the Bloody, the dark and forbidding god of war and death whose name was called by only those seeking brutal, bloody vengeance for their enemies. It was this last shrine where Streban Blackwood could be found, kneeling in front of Grom's helmed and muscled visage in prayer, and where you small handful of his servants were also meeting.<br/><br/>"They'll be here any minute now. If the town doesn't survive this upcoming battle, we'll all be doomed and there will be noone left to stop Toma and his cronies. Are you all prepared to make our enemies relinquish their souls?"<br/><br/>The necromancer didn't look up from where he knelt before Grom's altar as he spoke.