ANCIENT FORCES WERE STIRRING WHILE THE WORLD WAS IN CHAOS ,WAR WAS STREWN ACROSS THE WORLD WHEN IT ENDED IF IT DID NO ONE WOULD ESCAPE LIKE THE WHERE BEFORE - LAST WORDS OF THE ORACLE BEFORE BEING ASSASSINATED 

Castle Artus : 

BOOM! Fires raged as I ran away ,I looked over my back and saw the walls of the castle crumble. If I could hide long enough our family would not die out. I ran to the nearest village, not caring about  mud getting all over my new dress. All I could think about is to run and survive and recuperat . Hopefully the country will not fall to the undead legions .

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The God of the dead laughed as he watched his long time rivals fall one by one joining his legion and killing their brethren . He spun a bolt of blight at the high priest, the high priest shrieked as the blight consumed him and he turned into a lich he started to turn every one of his once fellow priests into liches and soon the castle fell . an   attendant marched over and gave his report to the god of the dead  my lord, we have confirmed 18  dead royals . 

“Only 18 he  thinks, there were 20 , what about the other two”he yelled  !  The attendant  stuttered and replied “ we don't know sir” , with a slight tremble in his voice .The god  roared in fury and shattered the  weakling’s skull absorbing his minute amount of energy he had in him.then the angry god  shouted guards clean up this mess ! .