*Rogue/Cleric* Always living in his brothers shadow, the professor was sick of his life at the Svenrok court. Seeking adventure of his own, something to *really* write home about and show his brother what an *actual* investigatory adventure was like, Marshall took off towards the wilder plains of the Widelands. There he soon found himself at a tavern in Ockby, surrounded by a group of peculiar folk. Before he knew it that fateful encounter devolved into a grand conspiracy containing corrupt officials, roving warbands, and a cult worshipping an ancient evil. Enticed by the mysteries, the professor soon found himself overwhelmed by the scope of the danger now on their trails. Finding solace in the light of the Allfather and the sweet dreamings of the Gray Lady, the professor's attention fell upon the church and its worshippers. Wishing to reform the corrupt church from the inside, the professor painted yet another target on his back. How long can he keep juggling these threats...