Mob looked out of his craggy little castle, his eyes half-drooping from the lack of anything of note. His father had thought it a great idea to build this fortress on top of a swamp, and ever since it's done nothing but lose retail value year after year. Slowly the men of Swamp castle began to trickle away, heading back for the normal society of neighbouring civilization, leaving the moist and isolated way of life behind. Not many adventurous men decided to stay, and most that did were only there as part of their university gap year. The poll that fateful morning only numbered at 427.

As Mob stared out of the window, he began to wonder if this wasn't more of a prison. If he left the thick walls of Swamp Castle, he was sure he had nothing for him on the outside. For eighteen years it was his duty to maintain the castle and run it as any noble would, only leaving it's battlements every so often. The life of youthful adventure had passed him without Mob even knowing it existed. No, life outside the walls was impossible, and that's why he couldn't leave. He had to stay here. He was trapped.

However, without Mob realising it, a chain of events had started that would lead in Mob's destiny changing forever. In the distance, a cloud of dust soared high into the air, blocking the dull view Mob had been so used to. This was strange. In all his eighteen years, Mob had never seen a dust cloud that big before. Something wasn't right, and before he could put his finger on it, the alarm bell was rung, it's shrill crying out in panic. And all over the castle, the same strangled cry could be heard:

"We're being invaded! Quick! Quick! Get ready to fight!"

Instantly Mob sprang into action. Strangely, he wasn't so much scared as secretly excited. Finally, something to do, something he could achieve so that he could prove to himself this wasn't a waste of time! He was going to fight this horde off, and who knows? Maybe this'll be the start of some sort of adventure.

By the end of his giddy thought train he had brought himself naturally to the battlements, with a bow an arrow slung over his back. Staring out into the distance, he noted that many of the 400 or so warriors were in the same state as he was, a state of bloodthirst. They joked and laughed together, and some couldn't help but shoot some pre-emptive shots, the hunger for war overcoming their body.

That is, until the horde descended.

Not many hordes were native to the land surrounding Swamp Castle, but recently messengers brought to the Swamp reports of a horde numbering in their millions sweeping across the north, displacing many nations and sacking their wealth. Many tribes and countries had been migrating across the land in search of a new home, and it appears one of them had heard of the craggy piece of shit that was Swamp Castle. Spying their coat of arms, Mob realised it was the Kalyerians leading the attack, which took Mob aback. The had been good friends with the Kalyerians, even helping stock trade goods for them to aid them in their metalsmith trade. But it appears that a slight hand of ill-fortune can turn even the closest of friends into a guttural barbarian who would gladly rip your throat out. They didn't even seem to feel remorse as the first catapult shells rained down on Swamp Castle.

The attack was horrific. It lasted less than half an hour, and most of Mob's forces had fled and hidden as soon as they realised the severity of the situation. Mob stood and fought with twenty others, but their was no way they could've held them off. As they broke through the gate, they hunted down the first of the cowardly Swampish fighters and hack them down there and then. Mob knew they were going to hunt and kill every last one of them, and so with the twenty men he had he retreated from the battlements and left the castle through the escape route (with eighteen years and nothing to do, the soldiers had built a few escape routes, mainly just as something to do). The twenty grimly flew away, leaving the wails and screams and scenes of burning destruction that was Swamp Castle.