Split Paths Book II of the Fall of Emros
Paths
split, sometimes to merge once more. Sometimes only to stray ever further.
Friends and comrades are made, lost, and sometimes, against all odds, found
again. None can predict the turns one’s life may take. None can predict the
losses to come. One can only hope.
A killer
seeks his path to freedom. A path away from the blood that has haunted his
life.
A young
warrior, journeys to a new world in search of glory, only to find himself
forgotten.
A sellsword
searches for an easy job.
The
mercenaries of the Stone and Shield have suffered great losses, their numbers
decimated, many comrades lost. The bulk of the surviving mercenaries return to
their home in Frostmoor on the edge of the Norwaldian Wilderness. Eager to
begin a period of rest while they winter in.
Others
survive, scattered across the world. Whether arriving on the distant western
shores, far from the reaches of the Emrosian Empire, or in the capital of the
troubled kingdom of Talres. For some of the surviving mercenaries, there will
be anything but a time of rest.
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