Most common folk, the framers, blacksmiths and merchants alike live their simple lives blissfully unaware of what lurks beneath the surface of this horrid land, that which dwells in the Crimson Fall. Content to live out their humble days, praying to their gods to provide and watch over their families, it’s kind of sweet, it’s bullshit but it’s endearing. The truth is that evil forces are at work and there are only a small number of people who have peeked behind the veil.
Sir Duncross has seen it, he’s touched it and he’s killed it.
A once noble knight fighting for his Kingdom, he was much like the rest of them, praying to his god, seeking love and trying to build a life in this wretched place. That all changed the night the creatures came and took away what was most precious to him. The woman he loved.
With his god abandoned and his days of nobility long behind him, Sir Duncross has lived many lives. A drunkard, a deviant, a thief and a mercenary, he searched every dark crevice of this world looking for his purpose and all he unearthed was more shit. However, travelling this lonely, destructive, dark path he found that he was at least good for one thing… killing bloody fucking demons!
Now plodding forward one hardened step at a time, Sir Duncross is hellbent on seeking out and removing any and all manner of evil he can find. That is of course, if you pay him. Did you think he’s going to stick his neck out purely for your thanks and gratitude? Are ya bloody fucking daft?
