Two hundred years ago the Taurian men of the Minotaur Empire left Knotinglund in the hands of the Knots a people who had served as their mercenary enforcers against the native Druidfolk. Since that time the Knots have enjoyed nearly unprecedented prosperity and good fortune with only the occasional Duridfolk or Goblinkin raid. They have traded with the other goodfolk of the island and have become the envy of many of their neighbors but they are not a united people.
What true wars they have endured have been at the hands of the seven kings who rule the kingdoms of the Knots although even these have not amounted to much. None of the kingdoms are willing to risk large scale warfare their lives are so comfortable. The occasional earldom or border shire will change hands but capitals are never threatened.
Of all the kingdoms of the Knots Goldfeld is the richest not only in terms of physical wealth but also in terms of the value of the land. Located in the middle of Knotinglund it has the best farmland on the island. It is truly a breadbasket.
Manton son of Randolf Earl of Highhill looked out onto the plain from his hilltop fortress. It was the first day of the Winter Solstice in the 858th Year of the Law. Nottamun Town, some ten miles from the fort, was burning. So late in the year it might have started accidentally but no one had shown up asking for aid. It might have been started by a goblin raid but with over fifty Fyrdmen and a dozen Thanes in the town that seemed unlikely. Raids of that kind had not been seen for over a century. Not in the kingdom of Goldfeld especially. The Druidfolk had not been seen for decades and then only rarely. Perhaps in some of the wilder kingdoms they might have been able to make such a raid but not in these civilized lands. Turning to a Huscarl to his right he said "Gather my Thanes in the hall". The Huscarl nodded his head and turned to carry out the Earl's command.
Looking at his gathered Thanes, Manton's heart sank. Fat, old, incompetent, and far too comfortable armed with little more than symbolic weapons that had never been drawn in anger. Now they were bickering about why Nottamun Town was on fire. "Maybe they haven't called for help because they have it under control. They have the river right there running through their town after all!" said Beornwald a particularly self important Thane. "Under Control! How can you say it's under control? Look outside, you can see the fires even from this distance!". It was Adelric, Manton's son. He had come in with Anwen and Beatrix, two other younger Thanes. Perhaps the only Thanes in Highhill capable of carrying out their martial duties. "Let us go find out what is going on father" Adelric continued. "Ha! None of you have the experience required." interjected Beornwald. "Then I should charge you to investigate the matter for me" Earl Manton replied. "B, but my lord, my family is here for the Yule feast. My home is bursting with guests. I can't just leave them at this..." Beornwald trailed off looking at his shoes. "Then it is settled. My son, the priestess, and the young bard will go. Find out for me what is behind this tragedy and see if you can't help any survivors," the Earl commanded. "Yes father" Adelric replied then he and his companions turned to leave.
The three Thanes set out together on the road to Nottamun Town. As they approached the town they encountered no one.
A small section of Nottamun Town lays on the south side of the Nottamun River where a few houses still stood. Across the river the larger part of the town was ablaze. The gatehouses were on fire and as they approached they could see signs of conflict. Weapons, helmets, and shields lay on the ground. Pools of coagulating blood filled the furrows and boot prints where two shield walls had clashed. The one thing missing was the bodies.
The watch tower was empty. Many of the weapons stored there had been removed from their racks. More signs of conflict were found at the top of the tower but no bodies there as well. From the top of the tower Anwen thought she saw movement in the water.
As they moved towards the river armed figures started to emerge from the water. They were not men but they were once men, now just skeletal remains marching toward the three Thanes.
The priestess Anwen fell before the spears of the three skeletons who charged her. Things were looking dire for the Thanes.
Adelric moved to cut off the skeletons that cut down Anwen and the Minotaur gave chase. Beatrix destroyed two of the skeletons attacking her then ran to help the priestess.
Adelric and his Warhorse attacked the Minotaur destroying the beast. The skeletons attacked him with their spears but could not get through his defenses.
Anwen called forth a spiritual weapon and destroyed the skeleton chasing Beatrix with magic and sword.
Together the Thanes destroyed the remaining skeletons. After the battle Anwen began examining the destroyed skeletons. She noticed that the weapons wielded by the human skeletons were ancient and of Druidfolk design and that every one of the skeletons wore and iron torc of Druidfolk design. The torcs were freezing cold to the touch but the Thanes took a few of them to return to Highhill.
Upon returning to Highhill Adelric and Beatrix took the Minotaur skull to Earl Manthon while Anwen went to track down Gosbeorth the Sage to see if he knew anything about the torcs. Anwen did not find Gosbeorth at home but after she re-joined her companions they found the old sage at the alehouse. Gosbeorth confirmed their suspicions that the torcs were crafted by the Druidfolk. Strangely the torcs, which had appeared freshly forged, had already become badly rusted as if they were about to crumble to dust. Gosbeorth suggested that the magic used to craft them must have been very powerful.
Later that night Manthon called his Thanes before him again. Beornwald accused the three thanes of making the story up but the Earl dismissed him. He then charged the three with locating the Druidfolk who were responsible for the attack.
Note: This is part of a Prequel campaign for another Dungeons and Dragons 5th Edition campaign I hope to start in the Summer of 2019 which is inspired by Game of Thrones and the Wars of the Roses. I'm currently conducting a few mini campaigns to establish a history of events in my players minds. The setting is an island I've designed called Knotinglund which is very heavily inspired by English myths and history. The Knots, featured in the early campaign are a kind of cultural analog to Saxons, Vikings, and Normans.
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