Twenty years ago the Red Hand of Doom ravaged Elsir Vale…

The army of hobgoblins, giants, and dragons cut across the Vale like a scythe, razing everything in its path. All hope seemed lost, until a small band of brave adventurers from a distant realm happened upon the war and began to fight back. Rallying the people of the town of Brindol, they stormed into the teeth of the approaching Hand and sent them scurrying back into the darkness.

Elsir Vale has prospered in the years since, but its peace has recently been shattered. Merchants have been arriving in Brindol with news of caravan ambushes and attacks on nearby communities. The attacks have grown more frequent, bolder, and more strategic with each passing day.

Has the Red Hand returned from defeat… or is something even darker approaching?

Scales of War

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