In The Middle Of The Night, I Could Not Sleep… And So I Began To Flesh Out The Backstory Of FROST RHEALM, My Homebrew Creation, Which I’m Considering Publishing As Dungeons & Dragons, And/Or Game Content.
Prince Tarov wasn’t always evil…
In fact he was a loving son to his father, King Tarov…
And a beloved brother to his sister, Lysata.
That was until that terrible day many years ago…
The Frost Giants had invaded their Kingdom…
Killing and/or harming the many villagers living inside its’ walls.
King Tarov’s Royal Guard did all they could to defend them, but there were simply too many, and they were so strong.
The Princess Lysata simply stood gazing out her tall, open window as her families kingdom crumbled away before her eyes.
Tears running down her face…
“How Could The Giants Have Gotten In…” she thought.
“Could someone have done this on purpose?”
And the moment this thought came to her, a single name went through her mind.
“No… It Couldn’t Be.”
Meanwhile her father and brother bravely battled the many Frost Giants along side their men.
And just as all seemed lost, the sky went green and blue, as an unnatural storm came forth.
It was the King’s Wizard, Norastat.
“Awaken thunder, awaken lightning… Escort these foul creatures out of our realm!” spoke the Wizard.
No sooner than when his words were spoken, there was a clap of thunder and several large green lightning bolts struck two of the Frost Giants…
…almost killing them instantly.
Meanwhile the King sat on the ground below the castle holding his injured son in his arms…
Prince Tarov’s left leg gashed and bleeding profusely.
Seeing the Giants struck by the lightning, the King looked to the castle to see Norastat atop the highest tower calling the wrath of the sky down upon their enemy!
“Norastat…” the King spoke.
Soon the Giants would flee, but that was not the end of the Tarov’s tragedy…
Suddenly horns blew, and a single Royal Guard appeared before King Tarov.
“What is it!” the King lashed out, “Can’t you see I hold my wounded son in my arms.”
The Guard gazed back at the King with a blank, dead stare, causing a cold shiver to go down his neck and spine.
“What has happened?” he spoke gravely.
Minutes later the King stood below Princess Lasata’s window…
On the ground before him lay his daughter…