An old run down farm, long abandoned by the inhabitants due to a ghost in the well directly in front of the farmhouse. It has seen better days, the wood is old and warped, scorched from fire set by brigands. Old tools litter the yard and bits of armor. It is obvious many have used this as a temporary camp since it's days as a working farm.
An Open Field, Farm
ghost
founder
We are the benevolent Founders of GloopdeGloo. Confident in our success, we need no outside advice, but we really can't do anything at all for ourselves. We require many acolytes to do our bidding, insufferable incompetents that we are!
Who's there? Show yourself! Don't you know the KING when you hear his voice!? Show some respect and bend the knee! Ahh, what the hell? You're no king, you're a ghost! What know ye of kings, simpleton? I ruled these lands long before you were but a dream of your father! You know nothing about me, and I know that if you're dead then you are no king! Who is to say that a king must live to rule? My spirit can reach you to strike, if need be. I may still bend ye to my will. You may bend nothing except your own self to kiss my feet, damned spirit! Found thyself a shield, and defend thyself from mine blows, peasant! I need no shield to defend myself, foul ghost! Take this! How must you look, striking at the air like a common fool. Spirits are immune to your pitiful mortal hands! I've fought ghosts like you before, I know you are simply trying to fool me! And fool you I have, peasant, for I am a just, loving and noble king to my subjects. Bow before me and let us part ways in peace.