I am Adara a Deva from the kingdom of Braelyn. I will be recounting the tale of my adventures. I should start at the beginning. Approximately two years ago my Kingdom's princess was found dead, the King deciding that this event could be turned to his advantage claimed the princess was murdered by the local trade kingdom of Cathalia. This was a complete fabrication to prompt war between the nations and to keep the allies of Cathalia at bay while the battles raged. My own sense of justice being incited I defected from Braelyn and joined the Cathalian military. I became a Freebooter. One who is allowed to journey to any part of the war and engage in any battle I choose save a few that the King demands be done. Recently I was assigned to a group of Freebooters and tasked with saving the life of a Lord. His name is Hallomak Stromm the warrior lord, well respected for the battles he engaged in voluntarily. When we went to find out about him at the abandoned keep we were met by creatures that burst from the ground trying to rend us with claws. There were also ashen white humanoids with scars that I couldn't identify. After we saved him I studied a symbol on the ground that seemed to be charged with power. It mentioned death and the sun. From above it gave a prophecy!
As we were leaving the keep were were attacked by the undead! We defeated them handily and went on to view the battle, that is when all of the Nine Hells broke loose. Flame erupted in the sky, the winds howled, there were lightning cracks all around. The battle below descended into fog and we were arrested to the spot. When all cleared it was just that all clear. The battlefield was empty and all of us on that ridge save for Stromm were marked with symbols of power and prophesy.
