The solo gameplay thread for our solo game :)
It has been five years since the happy town of Absalom was flipped on its head. Five years ago, a member of the High Council was fed up of always having his views and ideas snubbed by Lord Gyr. It was then, High Council member Welk, devised a plan to usurp Lord Gyr. This was not a political plan, but rather a murderous one. Councilman Wlek, had gotten in touch with Chelish Lady Dashnell, and came up with a plan to kill off Lord Gyr, and then Councilman Welk would try to take his place as the political leader of Absalom.
The plan went off, and Lord Gyr was indeed assassinated. Concilman Welk, was too than assassinated as there was no agreement set in place as Welk was too focused on getting into the political throne. Merely three hours after the double assassinations, the Chelish nation invaded Absalom in its most dire times.
The invasion lasted a total of 2 weeks, as the city was in such disarray to mount a formidable counter. The Chelish overwhelmed Absalom, and took over the now empty spot of Lord Gyr. The entire High Council was killed off, as to put in their own council into prominence.
The Chelish nation ruled with an iron fist, as any talk of rebellion or resistance was instantly squashed by killing the individual who uttered such thoughts. It was just in the past year, that a secret rebellion had formed in the crypts of Absalom. The would meet at random times, and they devised a secret language all of their own to be able to communicate without fear of Chelish consequences.
You heard about a newly formed resistance, that meets under Absalom. You are unsure how to get there, or get in, for you are fed up with the Chelish and their taxation of anything and everything. Even going out into the wilderness of Absalom is difficult for the Chelish have reached an accord with the various monstrous tribes for their power in protecting their power.
You finally were able to break the secret code of those in the resistance, and went down to attend the meeting. You sneaked in, and hid near the back wall. About halfway through, you felt a group of men behind you, and they grabbed you. You were led through the crowd, eyes glaring at you for they presumed you were with the Chelish.
A man, about 45 years old, graying hair, with a broadsword over his back stares at you, sizing you up. He makes sure the burly men, have a good grip on you. He opens his mouth, and out comes a gravely voice. Stern, but not raised.
Who are you, and how have you come to know this meeting place? If you lie, you die., as he grabs his broadsword, and levels it to your head to make sure he gets his point across.