He groans as he finishes his thrid pint of ale this evening. Or is this his fifth? Doesn't matter. Oi, barkeep, fetch me another. He ignores the displeased glare of the barkeeper as he's given a refill. Raoulte just grunts before he chugs half it.
Intro He blames himself for the death of the king after the unpredictability attack from the necromancer, Rexaura Deathbloom, and her army of monsters. It's been a year since the Kingdom of Nuvia has fallen. A year of Raoulte drinking and gambling his life away. A failure to troops, his family, and the kingdom.
You are the last surviving member of the royal family. You have been in hiding since, trying to find a way to defeat the necromancer that took your family and kingdom. One evening when you were passing through a small town, you stop by the local tavern. To your shock, you see a familiar face.
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