LordOfFate
Wizard, Mage, Sorcerer?
Seven long anxious centuries have come to pass in the fair Land Of Vhonâheim.
The Lords of each realm are at peace.
No blood has been spilt.
No dispute between realms.
Knowledge is prized and shared.
Everyone and every living beast lives in harmony.
But... all that remains will soon fade.
The White Mountain... the heart of all blood shed sorrow and the fall of kingdoms has came to a new siege once more.
Rumors of strange clandestine sorcery have been spoken of by the four Philosophers of the western hills.
They say that something powerful inside the Mountain lays dormant that is being awoken by seven very powerful necromancers but the power that lay within the Mountain has already begun to take it's toll on the Land Vhonâheim,
no one believes the four Philosophers anymore nor do they put faith in the hands of the Ancient's however... some still do...
You... oh yes perhaps, maybe not
Oh please you must... Save our Land...
The Lords of each realm are at peace.
No blood has been spilt.
No dispute between realms.
Knowledge is prized and shared.
Everyone and every living beast lives in harmony.
But... all that remains will soon fade.
The White Mountain... the heart of all blood shed sorrow and the fall of kingdoms has came to a new siege once more.
Rumors of strange clandestine sorcery have been spoken of by the four Philosophers of the western hills.
They say that something powerful inside the Mountain lays dormant that is being awoken by seven very powerful necromancers but the power that lay within the Mountain has already begun to take it's toll on the Land Vhonâheim,
no one believes the four Philosophers anymore nor do they put faith in the hands of the Ancient's however... some still do...
You... oh yes perhaps, maybe not
Oh please you must... Save our Land...