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A Tale to be Told
Good evening, and welcome to Duratus. Within Duratus, eternal darkness reigns and monsters of all shapes and sizes roam freely. Why? How? No one really knows for sure. Some say that Pandora’s box was somehow opened, while other believe that it was a curse placed upon the land. Either way, evil has taken root… Kingdom after kingdom has crumbled, providing little to no rule within Duratus. Chaos and discord run ramped throughout the land. Many of the forests have become dangerous, and traveling alone is a death wish. There is no where to run. There is no where to hide. Every town and almost every kingdom has been completely consumed by the evil in some shape or form. There is no longer a sense of security, and there are no sanctuaries…well, except perhaps…for one.
Say hello to Vineam city, where both magic and science have joined forces in order to keep the darkness at bay. While magic is more common, various forms of science have helped create new weapons and new cures for illnesses. Vineam city holds a wide verity of individuals, ranging from the undead to humans to fairies. Now, although this town does act as a sort of sanctuary, the monsters and nightmarish creatures of Duratus have found a way to breach the town’s walls. The darkness has seeped in and is trying to break down the town from the inside out.
Rumors of various different creatures fighting over territories have spread, and it is believed that some of these nightmarish beings are trying to take over Vineam city to declare themselves as ruler over Duratus. Others just wish to spread madness and chaos, including a fabled ‘group’ that has started terrorizing the Hills of Hyres. More and more people have gone missing over the last few years, and it is believed that this ‘group’ is the one responsible. Which ever the case, nothing good can come of it.
Will you rise up as an evil tyrant, or try to save an already dying land? The choice is yours.
For some backlight, let me explain this group: Decades ago, this group was an elite team of nobles who served under the empire of Lanomian as the clergy. They worked behind the scenes in practice to preach to an unknown deity. Midnights of moons pass when the group unveil an ancient artifact that highly resembles an urn. The material it was made out of was impossible to describe, though it looked similar to obsidian. The urn stood 4 feet tall and weighed about 200 pounds. A black raven was carved into its top, and strange, unreadable writing had been inscribed into its base. Cravings of plagues and monsters had been perched into it, and the letter 'V' was imprinted in the dead center of the chaotic scenes. The artifact was dubbed as 'The Urn of V' and was put through several tests, before the hierarchy decided to try and open it.
After several failed attempts, the group finally managed to open it after charging the urn with several thousands bolts of lighting, as if to reanimated whatever lay inside. The darkness seeped out of the urn and turned Duratus upside-down. Chaos reined and monstrous creatures rose up from out of the gloom. The clergy was slaughtered that day, all except for one...a long forgotten surgeon that had been shunned by the Lanomian Empire...one by the name of Kraven Salt...
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