The rise of Glorath

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I woke in a plush bed, of four posters, in the riches mahogany I ever saw, with purple silk curtains hanging from the posters, as I pulled myself from the bed, a servant insisted on caring for me. I asked why I am being treated like a king.
Apparently, my battle with their warrior, and my spirit after it was won, had earned me great respect and renown. The servant told me she is mine to use as I see fit, she shells serve till I die or she dies. I tried to set her free, for a slave sounded repugnant, but I had to beg her to stay after she tried to lunch herself of the balcony. Serving to death has a very strong meaning in a kingdom bound by magical oaths. How barbaric.

She bathed me and dressed me in my armor, which appears to have been serviced in my sleep. Apparently, I was out for almost a week. I was armed with scimitars bejeweled in ebony and gold glit. I am told there not mine yet, but once I agree on a job, they are to be considered payment. I would say it's rather persumtouse, but they may very well be the nicest swords I ever held, perhaps even better than the night queens very armaments.
I am told I am wanted as soon as I am awake and reading, that there is news of the castle of the two sissters.

The throne room:

As I met with the Yarth, she congratulated me on the battle. Then broke to the mission, after hearing its details, I understood even without payment, I am obligated by my oath to country and home, even if I may never see that realm ever again. Such evil must be stopped.
The scouts sent to search it out were mutilated and raped. They say there are profane beasts, things that when a described sound like abominations, of pony, griffon, or dragon. from there a number I can only assume those that partook of the flesh and their delights, in such debased fashion, were consumed by the evil, The profane sex magic, a mockery of ancient druid sexual magic, has morphed them into horrors of the abyss.

I am tasked, along with her second strongest warrior, her best mage, and a cleric, to seek out the other kingdomes, for if the demon Is truly Glorath, then the seven kingdoms will need to unite. I was also informed that there is a shattered city, of bings that resemble me, they have yet to contact them, but they wish me to seek them out, find out if they are friends or foes.

I am to leave imidetly, my companions are geared and ready at the gate. I am appalled to find that my servant is to travel with me. She is to be my page. It matters not what horrors I might need to trudge, she is to serve till death, and a death serving aid in combat is the noblest, or so I am told.