It was a warm summer's day as you idled about your farm, tending to the crops. It had been a good year, and you were thankful of your decision to leave your former life in the King's Guard and trade fighting for farming. You watched your cat Jonesy, happily chasing a field mouse into the corn. It was then that you spied something lurking by the river. It was the unmistakable shape of a Plotop. Its red, wet body glistening in the mid-day heat. You barely had time to question why it had wandered up from the dank marshland in which it lives before it was upon you, sword drawn and a menacing grin on its face.