Shreckkenhof Castle, Vysaria.
late Autumn 1952*(Imperial Ferndockian calender.0
Old Baron Hugo Von Shrekken was dying, and he was not enjoying it, to say the least.
"it's so anti-climatic," he thought to himself. Propped up on several pillows, he was stretched out on the big canopied bed he had used for the last 56 years. His breathing was shallow, and spasms of pain shot through his thin wasted body, making him arch up in silent discomfort.
The bedchamber was mostly dark. The only light provided by a single candle on the bed stand and a small fire in the great fireplace at one side of the room. Outside a great storm that had been building up all day was just beginning to unleash it's fury! The winds howled, and sheets of heavy rain buffeted the castle! Jagged forks of lightening lit up the darkness quickly followed by booming thunder that made the floors vibrate!
The Baron wished it was cannon fire instead of