The Uprising

In a shabby and worn tavern with the wafting scent of tobacco and stale mead. Smoke hovered close to the ceiling, creating a gloomy feel. In the back corner of the tavern there was a hushed conversation going about. At one point one of the several figures stood from the table and in a hushed voice pronounced to the group "our lives needn't be so hard, something must be done". The group's whispers rose to a panicked and rapid volume. Until the standing figure ended it by slamming their hands on the table in frustration stating " shut it! All of you! We need to take a stand and stop our kingdom from running into the ground!" The group was startled into silence.

One of the figures muttered to the group "discussing this is treason. If we are caught or even heard our heads will be on spikes by the end of the night". The group that was huddled together in the shabby tavern, had no clue that they were about to change the direction of history...