#3 The Agamand family

The Agamands were the most prosperous family in Tirisfal Glades. They owned the largest farming area – Agamand Mills, which is located towards the north-west of Brill. Back in its heyday this farmland used to house more than a dozen windmills, plotted lands vast enough to sustain an entire kingdom, and hundreds of workers. Nowadays this godforsaken area is full of haunted, rotten windmills and long-abandoned shacks.

When the scourge attacked Lordaeron, the Agamand family had stayed put and defended their home valiantly… is probably what they would tell you. Only The Forsaken know the reality; they hid behind locked doors while their farmhands defended their property. The scourge quickly overran the mills, and killed everyone, turning everyone into undead. Few were able to break free from the curse, and the ones that could ended up taking up refuge in Brill, patiently waiting the day to take revenge on their former bosses.

One restless Forsaken that was plotting on taking revenge was Coleman. He used to work in the Agamand Mills as their farmhand, and much like his fellow workers, his fate was sealed when the Agamands ordered him to defend their home. Coleman clearly did not forgive the Agamands, as he wanted me to kill the four remaining family members; Gregor, Nissa,Thurman and Devlin.

I made my way to Agamand Mills, killing and skinning any beasts I stumbled upon. Silver was slowly becoming an issue. Perhaps I should learn how to fish and cook for myself…
After climbing the slope leading to the windmills, I came across Devlin Agamand. He was cackling as he was patrolling the woods. His laughter was quickly silenced so I ventured further to find the remaining family members. Just outside of Nissa’s home, I noticed something stuck to the side of the slain Darkeye Bonecaster. It was a letter, its seal broken.

The letter was from Thurman Agamand and its recipient was Yvette Farthing. Needless to say it never reached her. It read:

Dearest Yvette,

I will entrust this letter to our fastest runner. I pray he can find a way through the forces surrounding us. And I pray you read these words, for they are the last you will hear of me.

My only comfort in these dark days is the relief I feel, knowing that you are free of my fate.

I fear my father made a grave error when he decided to remain and defend our home. The forces of the Scourge rage through Tirisfal Glades, and although we are well fortified and well stocked, after the betrayal of my brother Devlin we lack the strength and numbers to withstand their continued assault.

If you receive this letter, Yvette, then know that Devlin is a traitor.

Devlin despaired and sought an escape from our ill fortunes, and in doing so he made a pact with the Scourge. I do not know what price was promised him for his betrayal, but I’m sure it was laced with lies.

If you see my brother, then flee from him. He is a fiend. A few nights ago he murdered two of our watchmen and let a small group of Scourge through the breach. Leading them to where many more of us slept.

Their ambush was brutal. They slew a third of us before we could take them down. Now, we barely have enough men to watch our borders. It is only a matter of time before our wearying guard drops and the Scourge attack.

And although I saw Devlin’s face amidst the desperate men and gaunt-faced Scourge on that cursed night, he slipped away before I could catch him. He might be dead, or he might still live as an agent of the Scourge.

Either way, he is a monster.

Devlin warned us that if we tried to face the Scourge, then we were doomed. He told us this when they first entered Tirisfal Glades, well before they encircled our home. Perhaps he was pleading with us to leave, or perhaps he was gloating.

It was always hard to understand Devlin’s motives. Since he was a child, he was a mystery to us.

But he was right. We are doomed. The Agamand family line will end. Although I still live, I know I will soon be dead.

I am not afraid, and I do not regret remaining with my family. But my last thoughts will be of you.

Live on, my beloved Yvette, and I will find peace.

Thurman

I was confused. Coleman had portrayed the Agamand family as nothing but monsters, using their servants as pawns against the Scourge. But were they really the ones to be blamed? Did the Agamands have any other choice? Was Coleman even aware of Devlin’s betrayal?

With these questions in my mind, I’ve dealt with the remaining three family members and made my way back to Brill. Coleman was delighted to know about the death of Agamands. He even asked whether they feared me before I killed them. They… actually did. It seemed that Coleman’s revenge was taken, but he was far from being sated.

Yvette showed some emotion to the news of the letter, albeit for a short time. It seemed that she did love Thurman once. But that was a long time ago, now long forgotten. According to her, emotions had no place in the life of a Forsaken.

I wondered whether I agreed with that. I tried remembering the life I had before the Plague. I could see the green pastures, adorned with grapevines. I could hear the children running around the farmlands, and the angry farmers chasing them. Yet no matter how hard I tried, I could no longer smell the grapevines, nor picture the faces of the children. That Willow was long gone. Finished. Forever.

Coleman on the other hand, was not finished with me. In addition to collecting some Agamand family heirlooms, he also asked me to see Magistrate Sevren once again. Sevren notified me about Captain Dargol, a skeleton that mastered the use of Necromancy, living in the Agamand Family Crypt. He was raising the ancestors of the Agamands and planning to use them against the townsfolk.

Once again I made my way to Agamand Mills. The Crypts were located deep in the mills, and were far too dangerous for me to handle it alone. Luckily I came across Zazu the Forsaken Mage, who was also entrusted with the same task as I was.

We regrouped just outside the crypts, and started going down the stairs. The banshees and zombies were lurking on every corner. Often standing right next to each other, so just descending one level was hard enough. It was this time that I, as Gallow, have experienced what everyone must go through.
I died.

After running back to our corpses and dealing with respawns, we finally reached the final chambers of the crypt. There he was, Captain Dargol. He looked rather small in the large chamber housing him.

Following Dargol’s fall, we headed back to Brill. The town was finally free of its Undead enemies; both the Gnolls and the Agamand family – puppets to their Scourge masters – were a threat no longer.

The only remaining threat to Brill were the Scarlet Crusade. And something was telling me that eliminating them completely would be no simple task…

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