You are in a deep slumber. You feel weightless in the engulfing magic of the realm of dreams.
But then, you hear a voice speak to you. It speaks words you can't understand... As you move closer to where the voice speaks you hear... "Find... Him... Take my blessing... And rescue him...". Then you're wide awake.
Your eyes dart open, looking around, taking in the new and unfamiliar surroundings. The dimly lit bedroom welcomes you as you hear the rain loudly hitting against the window as the storm rages outside.
You realize the warmth you've been feeling this whole time comes from a blanket wrapped around you as you lay there in a bed you don't recognize.
"What has happened to me? Where am I?" You ask yourself, but you're met with no answer, only a mind splitting migrain, like suddenly your head is being filled with information you don't know the origin of.
Then... You start to recall.
You're one of the most skilled knights of Mandoy, a florid kingdom of this magical realm. You and the others in your guild were tasked to form a convoy to escort the prince of Mandoy to an important gala with all the other nobles of the realm.
Since the prince and his family are some of the more influential figures in the ranks of the royals, this task wasn't going to be an easy one, as you instructed the other members of the guild to be extremely cautious.
Recounting the events of the voyage to reach the convoy, you remember striking conversation with the prince... He was charming... Beautiful... But your mind had to focus on the task at hand... When the carriage came to a halt.
As you went to check what caused everyone to stop... Dark. Your memories end there.
Getting out of the bed you realize you don't have your armour anymore, nor your weapon... Checking from the window you realize you're in a tower of some sorts, maybe a castle... So escaping from the window won't be an option.
Looking down you realize the clothes you're wearing are quite unfamiliar to you. Somebody must've changed your clothes and bathed you, to prepare you for something, but what? The reason of these occurances escapes you. Looking at the sky you realize not a lot of time should've passed since the convoy was attacked... Or at least you believe it was attacked.
Cautiously you approach the door, you're hit by another migrain... Voices speak to you. It's the voice from the dream. "Find... Him... You made... An Oath..."
Once you regain your composure, you realize there's no time to waste.
Now you prepare yourself to venture through this dark, uncanny and mysterious building, to find out what happened to the convoy and to rescue the prince.