The Prologue
It has been a long millennia, and the tower sits now in ruins. Harsh years haven’t been so kind to the beacon of your once proud empire. Magical dust storms, filled with glowing magical particles, have caused a great amount of destruction structurally, but the core’s collapse also has built an entirely different environment around the tower. A chasm separates the Tower now from other landmasses, like a ring, but around you a magically infused biome exists. Animals never seen before, and monsters, and other worldly creatures have taken refuge.
You find yourself where you died, however you were handled that is, weakened with your integrity loss. The battle that you now remember to be only seconds ago is long gone, its warriors, now all deceased. You feel a certain emptiness towards your essence, something is lacking, as if a part of you is now gone, amputated from your being.
So you’ve awoken now, possibly not alone, but in the ancient ruins of a powerful place, a powerful place long forgotten...
It all felt so wrong, so very very wrong, you have died many times in the course of the empire's expansion and every single time you had come. In your daze and confusion you started making your way to The Grand Hall where everyone was supposed to fall back.
Entering the Grand Hall instantly caused your mind to go into a brief shock as you had a hard time processing what you were seeing was only a vision as reality settled in. There was no golden statues, no decorations, no suits of armor, the giant dining table that housed all of the generals destroyed, only a piece remaining. The Overlord's throne at the end of the table was still there, now robbed of all the jewels that decorated it and only what remained was a slab of stone broken into pieces. You were also sure that the powerful enchantment that allowed Generals to sit at the table and use its scrying functions to look all over the empire and manage its various functions and communication was no more.
However the most important thing that you had did not even want to see if it was still there was The Core that provided the light and adorned the Grand Hall, which used to float above the table like a chandelier. As your eyes drifted up, it was missing. the source of your immortality and power was missing.
Were you even immortal any more?
Suddenly you felt a strange force on you and as you looked back down from where the core used to be, at the remains of the dining table, was sitting Shieldheart, adviser to the Overlord and the Generals and Grand Wizard of The Immortal Legion. His eyes scanned you, they looked like they were trying to determine if you were friend or foe and if you needed to be incinerated out of existent. Shieldheart used to have be happy fellow and his favorite form to take was that of a youthful young adult, but now he looked odd and broken as a middle aged man. That was not all however. . . . he seemed different on a completely different level and then you realized he was sort of incorporeal, not completely here. Had he not been completed?
Regardless the weight you felt on you passed as his eyes returned back to the table, his lips endlessly muttering something that you only assumed was a spell and he paid no further attention to you.
It has been a long millennia, and the tower sits now in ruins. Harsh years haven’t been so kind to the beacon of your once proud empire. Magical dust storms, filled with glowing magical particles, have caused a great amount of destruction structurally, but the core’s collapse also has built an entirely different environment around the tower. A chasm separates the Tower now from other landmasses, like a ring, but around you a magically infused biome exists. Animals never seen before, and monsters, and other worldly creatures have taken refuge.
You find yourself where you died, however you were handled that is, weakened with your integrity loss. The battle that you now remember to be only seconds ago is long gone, its warriors, now all deceased. You feel a certain emptiness towards your essence, something is lacking, as if a part of you is now gone, amputated from your being.
So you’ve awoken now, possibly not alone, but in the ancient ruins of a powerful place, a powerful place long forgotten...
It all felt so wrong, so very very wrong, you have died many times in the course of the empire's expansion and every single time you had come. In your daze and confusion you started making your way to The Grand Hall where everyone was supposed to fall back.
Entering the Grand Hall instantly caused your mind to go into a brief shock as you had a hard time processing what you were seeing was only a vision as reality settled in. There was no golden statues, no decorations, no suits of armor, the giant dining table that housed all of the generals destroyed, only a piece remaining. The Overlord's throne at the end of the table was still there, now robbed of all the jewels that decorated it and only what remained was a slab of stone broken into pieces. You were also sure that the powerful enchantment that allowed Generals to sit at the table and use its scrying functions to look all over the empire and manage its various functions and communication was no more.
However the most important thing that you had did not even want to see if it was still there was The Core that provided the light and adorned the Grand Hall, which used to float above the table like a chandelier. As your eyes drifted up, it was missing. the source of your immortality and power was missing.
Were you even immortal any more?
Suddenly you felt a strange force on you and as you looked back down from where the core used to be, at the remains of the dining table, was sitting Shieldheart, adviser to the Overlord and the Generals and Grand Wizard of The Immortal Legion. His eyes scanned you, they looked like they were trying to determine if you were friend or foe and if you needed to be incinerated out of existent. Shieldheart used to have be happy fellow and his favorite form to take was that of a youthful young adult, but now he looked odd and broken as a middle aged man. That was not all however. . . . he seemed different on a completely different level and then you realized he was sort of incorporeal, not completely here. Had he not been completed?
Regardless the weight you felt on you passed as his eyes returned back to the table, his lips endlessly muttering something that you only assumed was a spell and he paid no further attention to you.
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