Once upon a time in a faraway
land there lived a Grand Cleric. The Grand Cleric dedicated his life to
cure the most difficult diseases in the realm and was loved by the
people near and far.
Unfortunately then came a day when the
Grand Cleric was struck down by the same disease he dedicated to cure
and despite all his peers and novices working extremely hard to save his
life, he passed the River of Fire Flies and joined the elders of the
world.
The realm was in mourning over the loss and the Grand
Steward of the realm and his peers decided to build a House of Healing
to commemorate his work and to continue the fight of such deadly
deceases. The Grand Steward gathered a group of people, peers and
friends alike and formed the Grand Council for the House of Healing and
nominated a Fellowship of Life to carry out the plan.
As the plan
moved forward, a rival conglomerate was jealous of the resources for the
House of Healing and made different attempts to stall the progress.
There were much struggle as the Fellowship of Life was determined to
push forward without breaking important relationships along the way. The
Fellowship of Life consulted the Grand Council at times but it was a
battle for the Fellowship to fight. Along the way, the House of Healing
gathered some traction and attracted able adventurers of different
nature and background to help with the cause. The rival conglomerate
understood there was no way to stop the House of Healing so had no
choice but move their sabotage operations underground and attempted to
establish blood binding deeds to limit the success of the House.
Finally
after years of hard work and jumping over a lot of hurdles, the House
of Healing opened its door to the realm providing care to all the
seriously ill. The battle with the conglomerate continued while the
Fellowship soldiered on with the vision of the Grand Cleric. Eventually
battles with various parties to uphold the vision of the Grand Cleric
took its toll and the Leader of the Fellowship of Life decided to move
on with his life.
The departure of the Leader sent shockwaves
across the Fellowship and the House. At this point the Grand Council was
going through its own power struggles and became unstable itself. With
the Grand Cleric’s vision still yet to be fully realised there was a
race to find a new Leader for the Fellowship. The rush opened up
opportunities to the unsavoury and deceitful kinds. A Witch of the South
managed to meander her way through the gates and took up the leadership
position. Two of the Fellowship members smelled the rat of the Witch of
the South and decided to depart before she strikes. The Witch of the
South, at that time yet to establish a strong foothold begged one the
members not to disclose her departure and kept the news tightly inside
her robe. However, as she slowly established herself she started to
reveal her true colours bit by bit and commenced waves of white terror
over the House. She gradually removed members of the Fellowship using
different tactics, be it embarrassing them by dismissing them from the
Fellowship without notice, humiliating them by forcing them out the
Fellowship in front of their teams and continuously throwing unsavoury
warnings about members’ positions in the Fellowship.
During the
age of terror, the true colours of some of the adventurers who joined
the cause were also unveiled. Some of them realigned their allegiance
with the Witch of the South and turned the House of Healing into a House
of Purging. One by one members of the Fellowship and adventurers who
joined to establish the House were force out of the establishment.
Meanwhile the Witch of the South showed no limits to her ambitions and
decided to wage full scale war with the conglomerate at the expense of
the House. The conglomerate was angry with the lack of respect from the
Witch of the South and vowed to disintegrate and absorb the House. So
the war continued without an end in sight.
Meanwhile ex-members of
the Fellowship of Life and their fellow adventurers who were forced out
of the House by different disgraceful tactics continued to live their
lives in different corners of the realm. They were sadden by the
downturn of the House into a personal political plaything by the Witch
of the South but were still strongly bond by the initial success of the
House. One thing they all knew was that the Witch of the South would
never be able to establish the degree of legacy in the realm as they
knew political and personal gains were nothing but delusional baits that
would lead her nowhere but to her own demise.
