Things were not always as they are now, bleak and meaningless. It seems I'm getting ahead of myself. This should start from the beginning not end with it.
Two centuries ago, the realm of Eythoria was divided amongst five kingdoms. The Elves, the Humans, the Dwarves, the Sprites, and lastly the Drau. Now these were not the only races that resided in Eythoria, but the figureheads that everyone listened to. Just the same Eythoria wasn't the only realm in our world, but the most desirable, at the time.
No their were two others, Fesmah, and Drezlan. Fesmah being the home of numerous hideous beasts. Over the course of time it engaged in war with Eythoria only to be pushed back time and time again. In the dawn of the year 1572 tensions began to arise between Fesmah and Eythoria again however this time Drezlan the uncharted realm of mystery was involving itself on the side of Fesmah. A man of unknown race and origins aligned himself and the troops he had with those of Fesmah making a force twice as large. For two more years things remained uneasy but war had yet to break out. Then...the invasion.
In the dead of night troops from the realm of Fesmah made their way to the city of Isregon, the capitol of the Humans, and the strongest city in Eythoria.
The battle went on for three days...no four. Before it seemed that the forces of Isregon had won. Tirath, the human king, had begun his victory speech to his troops, "It seems the day has been won men.." But before he could utter another word a second voice challenged his. "Aren't you forgetting something human?" Tirath turned around to face the one who had adressed him. Their stood a figure standing at nearly eight feet tall hidden beneath an ominous black cloak that hid his face and figure from all. "Aye, it seems we have forgotten one meager troops lads." Tirath said beginning to laugh at what he thought must've been a joke. This caused his men to laugh as well making the earth shake from the laughter of hundreds if not thousands of men. The figure chuckled himself, for a moment. Then he said two words that still haunt the people of Eythoria today, "No prisoners." Upon that moment the ground began to shake for a new reason. Multitudes of beings began to crawl out of the ground beneath them and arise from the horizon behind them to begin charging into the unaware humans. This was the power of Drezlan. Tirath tried to bolster his ranks from the oncoming forces but by the time this was achieved it was merely too late, and too pointless to say the least for the troops of Isregon had only just defeated one army moments ago, and their was no way they could take on another double its size now. The Kingdom of Man fell that day.
Over the next five years war ravaged the land turning it into a bitter wasteland. The realm of Fesmah once believed to be the true enemy was now a mere puppet to the forces of Drezlan. After the Humans fell, the Elves followed, then the Sprites, and the Drau, then finally the Dwarves. Every beacon of hope extinguished one by one. The mysterious figure, later revealed to be called Visago, his race one known as the Githzerai had been planning this take over for nearly a millenium. Now with their goal achieved they turned the other two realms into their slaves.
Its a bitter, cruel, and sad existance under the rule of Visago and his Gith faction. Their is hope however. For a rebellion has formed. It consists of many races from Humans, to Elves, to Orcs, all working together to bring down the Gith. It is still small and hasn't gained the full support of the people, and it hasn't been able to cause any substantial damage to the Gith yet, but at least it exists and everyday more people join slowly giving it the strength it needs to fight the Gith and take them down once and for all.
Two centuries ago, the realm of Eythoria was divided amongst five kingdoms. The Elves, the Humans, the Dwarves, the Sprites, and lastly the Drau. Now these were not the only races that resided in Eythoria, but the figureheads that everyone listened to. Just the same Eythoria wasn't the only realm in our world, but the most desirable, at the time.
No their were two others, Fesmah, and Drezlan. Fesmah being the home of numerous hideous beasts. Over the course of time it engaged in war with Eythoria only to be pushed back time and time again. In the dawn of the year 1572 tensions began to arise between Fesmah and Eythoria again however this time Drezlan the uncharted realm of mystery was involving itself on the side of Fesmah. A man of unknown race and origins aligned himself and the troops he had with those of Fesmah making a force twice as large. For two more years things remained uneasy but war had yet to break out. Then...the invasion.
In the dead of night troops from the realm of Fesmah made their way to the city of Isregon, the capitol of the Humans, and the strongest city in Eythoria.
The battle went on for three days...no four. Before it seemed that the forces of Isregon had won. Tirath, the human king, had begun his victory speech to his troops, "It seems the day has been won men.." But before he could utter another word a second voice challenged his. "Aren't you forgetting something human?" Tirath turned around to face the one who had adressed him. Their stood a figure standing at nearly eight feet tall hidden beneath an ominous black cloak that hid his face and figure from all. "Aye, it seems we have forgotten one meager troops lads." Tirath said beginning to laugh at what he thought must've been a joke. This caused his men to laugh as well making the earth shake from the laughter of hundreds if not thousands of men. The figure chuckled himself, for a moment. Then he said two words that still haunt the people of Eythoria today, "No prisoners." Upon that moment the ground began to shake for a new reason. Multitudes of beings began to crawl out of the ground beneath them and arise from the horizon behind them to begin charging into the unaware humans. This was the power of Drezlan. Tirath tried to bolster his ranks from the oncoming forces but by the time this was achieved it was merely too late, and too pointless to say the least for the troops of Isregon had only just defeated one army moments ago, and their was no way they could take on another double its size now. The Kingdom of Man fell that day.
Over the next five years war ravaged the land turning it into a bitter wasteland. The realm of Fesmah once believed to be the true enemy was now a mere puppet to the forces of Drezlan. After the Humans fell, the Elves followed, then the Sprites, and the Drau, then finally the Dwarves. Every beacon of hope extinguished one by one. The mysterious figure, later revealed to be called Visago, his race one known as the Githzerai had been planning this take over for nearly a millenium. Now with their goal achieved they turned the other two realms into their slaves.
Its a bitter, cruel, and sad existance under the rule of Visago and his Gith faction. Their is hope however. For a rebellion has formed. It consists of many races from Humans, to Elves, to Orcs, all working together to bring down the Gith. It is still small and hasn't gained the full support of the people, and it hasn't been able to cause any substantial damage to the Gith yet, but at least it exists and everyday more people join slowly giving it the strength it needs to fight the Gith and take them down once and for all.
