The Dark Ages

The world of Telmar has seen peace for over a century. The creatures that graced its lands had seen nothing but blue skies since their birth. A dark threat had yet to plague their sweet view of life, to interrupt their progression. However, this peace is what threatened their very lives.

Long ago, an evil sorceress ruled Telmar in her firm grip. She governed the many broken kingdoms with her powers, killing any of those that got in the way. Only those willing to bow before her were gifted the privilege to live in her decaying world. Some were even turned into husks of creatures, roaming Telmar in search of new blood. Sennora they called her, spreading her name throughout the land and striking fear within the lucky few that were spared.

Until one day, a hero rose from a small village and banded other noble warriors together. They couldn't take living under her any longer! They wanted their freedom, their right to live away from such tyranny. And with that courage, loyalty, and strength of heart and mind... the group of heroes won against her legion of Husks. Their tale was being told far and wide, bards singing of them to the many that would listen. Not a single soul felt nervous whenever these people walked amongst them.

The sorceress grew tired, scared even, of these that threatened her rule. So she sent more and more strength at them trying to lure out all of the darkest sides of them in hopes of defeating them. But all failed, for none gave up on another.

It wasn't long before they found their way to the Dark Cave where the Sorceress lurked. They fought monstrosities and mental horrors in order to reach the foul witch, but none were strong enough to turn them from their noble quest.

Just as the woman thought she had won, she was struck down by the smallest of the group and sent into a Slumber of Stone. There, the heroes devoted themselves to guarding over her, not allowing anyone to disturb her sleep.

A hundred years have passed and the noble fellowship is long gone. Only a few monks have taken up their duty, forever studying the place the old Sorceress kept as her abode. However...

A few nights ago, an infiltrator marked his way into the ruins with blood. Monks were easily strewn aside, their lives taken without any notice. When all were lost and the echoes of their screams had faded from the halls, the intruder entered the dark throne room to meet the Sorceress herself.

Drenching the stone in the blood and murmuring dark chants that crumbled the very foundation, the murderer then sacrificed himself with a blade before stabbing it into the ground beneath her.

The stone shifted as the Husk fell and when his life was no longer of this world, the stone broke and the Sorceress was awoken once more.

It is here that our story begins. A hero of unlikeliness is **** into the war for the future of Telmar. And only they will be able to find a way to stop Sennora once and for all.