Coordinates: 115, 39
The superintendant of Carmien Manor.
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*You see an old man fully content in dusting a bookshelf full of ancient-looking books. As you approacEL-DB.comh, he notices you and quickly assumes a very professional demeanor.* Salutations, how may I help you?
Who are you?My name is Gustav, at your service. *He bows ever so slightly* I am the Superintendent of the manor, or in other words I manage the mansion and the property for my Master. Or at least, that's what I used to do, when I still had half a dozen servants at my disposal to see to all the various chores.
Nowadays, they are all gone, and I have to take care of things in a more direct manner. In short, I'm serving as a butler, custodian, and generally guarding my Master's property.
What is this place?You are in the mansion known as Carmien Manor, once a glorious and splendid household, now, to my disgrace, it is in total disarray. But given the recent unpleasantness, I could not very well manage any better than I'm doing right now.
UnpleasantnessYou might have seen the disgraceful state of the village down south. *He kneels to get a book from the floor, lovingly blows the dust off it, and sets it back in the bookshelf.* The old Master did his part as well you know? When those hideous monsters started pouring in from Desert Pines, he summoned the villagers and organized a firm stand on the bridge across the river.
Despite the numbers of their legions, our valiant troops would not yield, and it was thus that the northern part of our region was spared from major destruction. Carmien Village, in the south, was not so lucky, and it was savagely attacked by the enemy hordes.
And then?Disaster struck. At the height of the battle, while my Master's troops had almost defeated the opponents and were preparing to march across the bridge and reconquer the southern head, a detachment of invaders entered from North Kilaran taking us by surprise and attacking the rear guard. The nearly defeated legions on the south bank saw the confusion in the north and renewed their attack.
No matter how valiant our troops were, they were still peasants who were hastily recruited in an emergency. A raid diminished our ranksEL-DB.com and we were defeated. The invaders proceeded to siege the dwarven city of Nordcarn, despite their numbers dwindling from our efforts.
MasterLord Quinticus, Master of Carmien and of the lands of Kilaran. He has not been in residence lately. *You notice his embarrassment.* He was a proud and great warrior in his time, you know...
There is something else?... I think I owe you a word of caution. After the defeat, my Master's spirit was broken. Valor and military prowess, to which he had devoted his entire life, had failed him. Lord Quinticus started lending his ear to vile counselors, and before I knew it, he had become a follower of the same Dark God that had laid waste our lands.
Dark GodI would rather not speak that name, for it has been invoked inside these walls much longer than I would have liked. I am convinced my Master's intentions were noble; he wanted to study and employ the Dark God's magic for our protection, and against him. But, alas, that was not to pass. He started researching the arts of the enemy, getting deeper and deeper in their practice.
I overheard talks with certain priests who wanted to lift the Dark God's curse that protects his minions and cast it on our own soldiers, making them immortal - and invincible. But pardon me, I will not speak further on the subject since I am still bound by my oath of allegiance to the Carmiens. Just this: condemn not the fall of a great man before proving yourself his better.