The city of Bellmoral was the capital of this kingdom, ruled over by King Lariet and his seven knights, his growing daughter Rhoswen at his side. The king was a fair hearted man who prided strength in unison. But when the ichor struck, his hands became shaky. Within his own walls, citizens would become Godless and rampage. Outsiders crossing the city's walls too would become Godless. And the worst strike of all, one of the king's own knights betrayed him, fleeing the city with his ichor riddled bride. In fear and anger, the king closed the castle gates, lined his walls with archers and enforced a curfew. A new law was decreed. All outsiders were to be jailed and executed.
The princess, fraught with worry for her people, confronted her father and pleaded with him to call back his patrolling soldiers. The king was deaf to her pleas and claimed, so long as the river flowed with ichor, he would not recall his men.
Rhoswen, stricken with grief over her father's cold new outlook, decided she would take action as her father would not. She raided the castle's ancient vaults and plundered an ancient suit of armour and the sacred rapier of Bellmoral, imbued with ancient powers even her ancestors could not discover. Finally, she took up her special rose shield made by the local blacksmith in her honour. Finally, she sought out the for remaining knights of Lariet, with one banished, one jailed and one missing, rallying them to her side.
Before she left, Rhoswen visited her father's chambers, to bid him farewell... but upon entering, she found the throne room shrouded and her father awaiting in shadows. When she spoke of her quest, the king was quick to anger. Rhoswen feared as the king's form began to break before her, bones cracking and flesh ripping. Finally, he stood tall, twice his normal size, his flesh pierced with spiked bones, his face dark and eyes sunken, wreathed in a burning cloud of fire, wielding a mangled bone for a blade.
"Father..." Rhoswen lamented as she felt weaker beneath her armour. Her father had been poisoned, and now was a Godless himself.
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