SpoilerOOC: As a fair warning, I'm...not terribly great with opening posts. Never have been. It's a curse. I apologize if this is substandard and whatnot. It'll get better! ... I hope! >_>
It was an overcast day in the skies above Rorikstead, the largest village within three hundred miles in Europe. Behind it's high walls, almost three thousand people lived busy lives, with hundreds of others dotting farmland in the country surrounding the village. Located in what was once northeast Germany, the village is built just off the coast of the Baltic Sea, where many of the locals earn a comfortable lifestyle off the bounty of the sea.
To the south of the village lie the Flatlands - fertile plains that span for miles until hitting the rocky, mountainous central area of the former nation. It is here, in this city, that once every five years that the greatest leaders of men, dwarves and elves convene within the great Hall of Monarchs to discuss trade, agree upon borders, improve relations and work to improve security throughout their respective kingdoms.
This, however, was not a typical assembly. An emergency convention had been called between the kingdoms thanks to the discovery of a once-lost ruin of the old world having been rediscovered - an old bunker, used in the last days of the old days not as a means of protecting themselves from war, but from disease.
From old tomes, it had been known that these places had been used to try and combat the dreaded White Scourge virus - the terrible illness that killed hundreds and thousands each year. While the old world had never found a cure for the dreaded illness, it was possible that what progress they made could be salvaged for use.
Unfortunately, despite the village's large size, they could offer up none of their own militia to delve into this long abandoned research facility - fearing attacks from the southern Blackthorn orc tribe and raids from the Red Ridge Bandits. With little recourse, a missive had been sent out with their fastest couriers - a missive calling for the aid of those who sought an end to the plague, for those who would call themselves adventurers or mercenaries.
Now all they had left to do was wait.
SpoilerCalling For All Adventurers!
The state of Rorikstead seeks the aid of all able-bodied adventurers to come to the aid of the High King Rorik Dietrich V, Mountain Lord Gormlir Hammerstout and Elf Queen Vendethiel Autumnweaver in cleansing the land of the foul White Scourge that has blighted our realm for far too long!
Those whom are brave of heart and have both the equipment and fortitude for dangerous work should present themselves within the Hall of Monarchs in the center of Rorikstead for employment. Compensation will be discussed upon arrival.
~ High King Rorik Dietrich V