Fantasy World (RPG, DnD, DM)

We begin our adventure to the noise of wagon wheels rolling along an ancient cobblestone road, the cart sways and bumps with every imperfection in the street. A cool autumn chill is in the air and it's emboldened by a strong breeze that nips at your skin. Large ancient trees sway in the wind as the symphony of their autumn leaves plays loudly for all to hear, rustling in the air before each one takes its turn falling to the road below.

You are now conscious, looking around the cart you're being transported in...you have no memory; you simply awake to a cart that has you locked behind iron bars, totally enclosed. You're a prisoner? You struggle to remember your cause, to remember your past....to even remember your name.

As you look around you would see the winding forest road that the cart is rolling down, the large trees hanging overhead, and the two armed soldiers driving the cart; each one wearing full heraldic plate armor...and for some reason you recognize the white and red colors and even the crest on their tabards; the image is of a single rose and a dagger crossed over one another. This is the crest and colors of Rosengard.

Before you have time to process this, the cart finally leaves the forest and is now heading through a large plain, fields as far as the eyes can see, farms, windmills, and humble housing. Looming over all of this is one of the main cities of Rosengard, the city of Aldros. Giant off-white stone walls encompass the city with large townhouses and markets filling the inner walls

The cart approaches the large iron gates of Aldros and soon you are inside, coming to a stop at the city prison where the guards unlock your cage door and escort you out where you're greeted by a fat prison warden wearing ill-fitting armor, he is mumbling as he looks at a piece of parchment, finally looking up from it. 'We were not expecting any more prisoners today. Who is this?' he asks begrudgingly.

In an instant your memory returns. You are: