uneven ground. It was the only record of their passage through Iron Stone forest.
Doran, Myr’ia, and the boy had deserted their farmland only a few hours ago. At last glance Doran could see the peak of the seething flames as they lit in and ignited the thatched roof of their home.
As of late it was commonplace for their village to be looted. King Mylor’s ability to rule the region began to crumble the very day he received word of the unexpected death of his wife and child. His attention was no longer directed on the prosperity of the land and only found content when crawling into the shadows of misery. The effect of Mylor’s stoic plight devastated the countryside and allowed the influx of corruption and nefarious activity. Eventually Mylor began to succumb to the dark areas of necromantic belief.
The courage of the small bands of outlaws began to grow. Theft that was based merely on survival had turned to festive diversions from the degenerative lifestyle taking hold. Small villages scattered between Iron Stone and the eastern bough of the Broken Spine mountains were now prone to random burning. The abduction of young boys also spread and insinuated that the once aimless lawbreakers now had a purpose.