A hoe strikes the dirt, the old man wielding it pulling another weed from the ground as he tends to his field.

You are Fredrick Andersson. Once you were named a legendary hero. Now, you are mainly known as the old farmer.

You sometimes wonder what the other members of your old party have gotten up to. It's been decades since you saw Caelen, the rogue had just disappeared one night and none could find them. Hilda you last saw about a decade ago, but even back then they didn't really like leaving home. Scar you saw three years ago...during your wife's funeral.

You stop in your work as many memories are brought to the fore. You still miss her. You brush away the tears as you look towards the horizon.

The gathering clouds you saw earlier are growing closer. You almost leave it as it is, rain's been wanted for a few days. But you can't take your eyes off of it. You stroke your grey beard as you look upon it, trying to place what your mind is telling you is so wrong about it. You look at the trees and can see that the wind is blowing in the wrong direction for the path the storm clouds are taking to be true. Then, an old memory echoes from the depths of your mind, and it allows you to recognize it.

The aura of Monsters, one you had keenly felt when you last fought against the Azurite Queen.

It is barely perceptible to you as its strength is leagues weaker than the power she held, but it is there. Whatever is pulling it along is clearly heading for the village. You will not let this stand. Looking upon the clouds, you can tell that they will arrive soon, but not soon enough to prevent you from making it to the quiet place you call home. You only need to gather your weapon to join the defense.

Options (Only 1 Will Win)
>You grab a heavy hammer, but this is not the weapon you will wield. It is merely a tool to retrieve what you buried beneath the stone of the cellar.
>You retrieve from above the fireplace an old masterwork lever-action rifle you were gifted long ago. Deer and wolf are no longer the only things that will feel its might.
>You enter your study to retrieve your staff. The old wood knows that the purpose you take it up again is not for practice or discernment of the beyond at this time.
>You go to the old barn. Built when you first came here, its use has mainly been as storage in recent years. But it has protected your old machine quite well.
>You have none of the weapons of your old days. All you have is the tools necessary of your trade. They will have to do.