McBlathery Family/Lorebass/Assassin
Lorebass' Horrible-No-Good_Very-Bad-Day
Epilogue
Now we look back on our character, Lorebass. Sitting over a bar in the corner of a Wetham pub. He was once, some would say; the pompous knight who looked on the common folk the way they should have been. The man who was better than the lot of you save one man... A man he might not be able to face anymore.
They had all left him, he had commanded the finest force of cavalrymen that wetham had ever seen in years. He had been the Lord of his home region. The victor in many battles neir to even recieve but a few minor wounds, to be captured but once.
It all ended because he would not give in to them. He would not give his home and its "safekeeping" over to the hands of the Assassins in exchange for even possibly something greater. He used his advantage to delay the hostile takeover of his home for days, only to find himself without a region as he rode back from deep in enemy territory.
This man, his drink is all he has left.
What could one in his position do to redeem himself?
But most of all.
What would he do when he finds himself...
In the Twighlight Zone.
Doo-doO-Doo-doO Doo-doO-Doo-doO
