|Roger the Rampant
"Dad, I saw a Halfwing today"
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"Yes, a Halfwing, down by the old druid circle"
"No son, you must have been mistaken, there have been no Halflings in this shire for over a year..."
"and those pesky druids were kicked out at the same time!"
"He had a sling thingy, Dad, and a sanctimonious look on his face. He was nearly as short as those bearded smelly dwarfy things, but not as ugly"
"You're getting confused, son, it's the Archons that are the sanctimonious ones. Halflings are the greedy ones. Anyway, all the goody two shoes races have been expelled from this shire. The Archons stepped into the shire wars, supposedly to save everyone from evil, but they were routed by the Undead in the Battle of Jacob's Creek. Fat lot of good the Archons did, despite their high and mighty claims. Two great undead generals, Semillon and Chardonnay, flattened three quarters of the Archon army in one day. The others grabbed their prayer books and fled. After that there was little that the Archon warmage Lambrusco could do, and he just faded away into the night"
"This was a halfwing, just down the bottom of our garden, next to the druid circle"
"I don't think so, son"
So who was right, the father or the son? Well, in a way they were both right. There had been a Halfling straggler at the bottom of the garden, hoping to find some druids. Yet evil did reign supreme in this shire, as Dad had said, following the vanquishing of the good races. Shadow demons ruled the shadow world. The surface was shared by Undead, Orcs, Dark Elves and Goblins, stumbling along in an uneasy truce.
Little was known about what was underground, as it was ruled by gangs of bandits, mainly ex-army characters that had become unemployed once peace returned. Unable to find lucrative employment, they had turned instead to crime. Few people ventured underground - those that did tended not to return!
Over in the northwestern area of the shire was a major area of wasteland, inhabited mainly by the Undead. A band of renegade dwarves had been conducting guerilla warfare there, under the leadership of a wily old Elf Ranger, Ali Bongo, and they had just convinced a Nomad encampment on the edge of the wasteland to lend them their assistance. This had brought a swift response, and their destruction was imminent, barring something sort of a miracle
Apart from that, all that was left was a small dwarven mining community, that the evil races didn't even realise was there, buried in the caverns. As soon as they heard of the evil invasion they had collapsed all entrance tunnels, and started to fortify. Even so, the evil armies had razed any underground dwarf cities they could find and killed all the dwarves they could find, leaving only when they believed all the miners to be dead. Things looked bleak, all that was left was the old warrior Thor Bloodfist, and a couple of dutiful moles!