Kingdoms of Lies and Truth

A light shined over the quiet plains of Hezorath, the moon shining brightly overhead. On one side of the great plain laid a great mass of confusion and disarray, a place where bandits and pirates traded their goods and captives for the almighty coin, the patrol guards enjoying in the revelry and chaos. This is the Port City of Ru’Daurg, a place of scumbags and scam-dealers; you had to watch your purse in this town. Run by Demon lordship it kept ticking by the shady and the dark, Orcs, Trolls, Drow, Goblins. The running of the city was the pleasure of the vile Demons; the whole chaotic mess fueled their energies, making them strong! A mining company was used for the city, using Ogre labor for the task of hewing the rough stone, then loading it on the great galleys and sending it to the city quarries. On a happier note, the great and vast woods of Aorian were wild and untamed, seldom seen were the Wild Elves, who were thought to live in a joyous kingdom, this gave hope… yet that is a children’s tale.

And on the other side stood the beautiful city of Eanier Qu’Vadas, with a great mix of cultures: Human, Dwarven and Gnomish. At a high point stood a keep of everlasting stone, thin and tall like a sword prepared to strike, the keep was the great tower, built years ago as a border fort for the Human Empire, but their day has long past, being replaced by a newer system. This ‘Alliance’ of sorts does not agree with all, many humans have left the Alliance and gone into the world, seeking their own land. To be clearer, the Alliance binds together the three races of Dwarf, Gnome and Human together, to protect and to fight.

Then in the North, near by Aorian, the farmlands of the Halflings, alongside the small Wood Elven Cities and vast High Elven tower towns, the farmlands were peaceful, maybe the occasional raid or two… yet generally quiet and peaceful…. Now all has changed with the sudden brute actions of the rulers Ru’Daurg. The destruction of the ‘Peace’ (a great wall, once made by the great Mage, Linrem, and his djinn, Durubasta) made a great repercussion throughout the continent, startling even the deep Dwarven miners, with the moving of the under-gods one would think they’d not have noticed, yet this even caused an injury or two.

But enough with politics and history, this happened not quite too long ago… you there child! Yes you, how old are you? Seven… seven you say… hmm… let me think. I believe you would have been about three at the time, why even now the story goes on! But you are too young an audience so I shall interest you in this way.