Holy Remedy
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At the mid-13th century, the Hungarians took the challenge of rebuilding their Kingdom, devastated by the Mongol invasions. However, not all had altruistic intentions. Someone authoritative and influential, fixed his gaze on the Carpathian Mountains. He found the perfect way to increase his power without arousing suspicion. He'll do anything to achieve it, regardless of the consequences.
The Baron Levente, Regent of the city of Eger, located to the northeast of Hungary, has fallen into a terrible disease. The Bishop Konrád, his Chief Advisor, insists that it's not a natural illness, but in fact a curse.
Rodger Clement, distinguished knight of the city and Baron's former pupil, is summoned to the Royal Court to address the situation. His resolve, blood and sword are at the service of his lord; he'll do anything in his power to save him, even give his own life if necessary.
A recent find, unknown to most, offers a possible cure for the Baron. The Bishop asks for Rodger's help to find a mysterious artifact, supposedly a Holy Remedy, located in some ancient ruins at the depths of the Bükk Mountains.
With the sands of time running against him. Can the knight save his lord? Or unwittingly, unleash a hell that'll destroy them?
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