Surrounding yourself with stone walls
Sheltered by row after row of books
Living in the shadow of your sorcerer
Serpent-Born, carrying secrets
You stumble over one amidst the tower’s treasures
A lost kinswoman in the form of a tiny dragon
Another visits in the guise of a vampire lover
Would any of this be happening
If there wasn’t Trouble at Caerac Keep?
Making your sorcerer disappear
Allowing unrest within his walls
Disturbing your quiet life
Peeking down at the Keep from the battlements
Feeding the gargoyles coal and brimstone
You venture outside from your walls
To find yourself in the company of your lord
Thrust together with three companions
A Unicorn acolyte, filled with wrathful faith
Fearing you for an abomination
A foreign hunter of cursed creatures
Peculiar in her values, mocking your ways
Last is the pale protegé of your mentor’s friend
Slyly bearing secrets, older than he looks
Stirring confusing passions with you
It’s an uneasy alliance but you’re bound by loss
Each of you have lost someone
Each of you is searching for that someone
Your talents can unlock Caerac Keep
Uncover truths others have buried
Within sarcophagi, with ancient bones
Who or what has taken your loved ones?
Why are so many falling to sleeping sickness
Bearing what seems like a vampire’s kiss
A legendary vampire may have risen
You don’t think he’s the one causing trouble
A trouble which cries and wails in your dream
Pleading for help, pleading for rescue
Villain and victim may be one
Monsters come in far too many forms
Weaving a web far too close to home.