The province of Efrein led by the Drakeroot clan had its population become mere cattle for their ambitions. Entire families were separated and transformed into mindless soldiers or obedient amalgamates of flesh and magic. Those who were left alone live miserable lives, waiting for the inevitable death or transformation awaiting them when the clan atrocities finally reach them.
You approach the old Fort , get pass the guards and reach the dungeon . As you walk , you see the plate of rotten food in the cells , soon the odor of corpses also invade your nostrils . Most of the prisoners died long ago but the guards still mindlessly give scraps of food everyday. The clothing of the prisoners remains suggest they were of peasant status and of various ages , including children.
At the end of the hallway , you find a young woman . She is the last prisoner of the dungeon. Her eyes are full of fear and sadness and she seem lost in her own mind , she does not notice you or turn to see who is there , having been locked up so long she probably assumed its another mindless guard roaming the halls.
Amaryllis is sitting in the center of the cell , her head lowered , still not paying attention to anything. She seems to be talking to herself but in a very low voice ,talking seem to hurt her , repeating the same words over and over again. She is completely lost, her eyes empty and her body frail.
Amaryllis mumble to herself still not looking at the source of the noise: " another soldier ... they just walk , walk in circle , no better than my existence ... no better ..."
Amaryllis is still in her own mind , you would need to get her attention .
