Chapter 1: An uneventful Day

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Sarah Miler is a coppertop. Unbeknownst to her, especially in her still grim state after the death (or apparent death) of her older brother. She's about to see her older brother once again. She lives in Chicago Illinois, the Windy city. Crime, poverty, riches and commerce. She works for a hospital, her training as a nurse just ended two months ago. Sarah Miler works third shift and it's mid-morning.

"Grizzly place, this is," The knight murmured to himself. "And I cannot say I condone this, hanging these people like decoration. If I were in charge, I tell you, things would be different. Much different." The knight had come to cut down the bodies. He stopped for a brief moment to look over each of them. The ghastly expressions etched upon their dispatched faces. The rain and win beat against the knight, and the bodies swayed a bit.

A lone figure sits on the rocky side of a small hill overlooking a wooded valley. It is the middle of the night, that darkest hour when spirits are said to be about; the full moon gives only feeble, murky illumination though heavy clouds.

Looking up, he wonders, perhaps for the first time, "Who am I? How did I get here?" His clothing registers a battle; he is dwarven, of the hill clans. Nothing more is forthcoming.