Prologue
On the mysterious island of Pryth, a massive evil
engulfs the lands and its inhabitants. It is a faceless evil that only leaves
death and chaos in its wake. The evil only listens to one master and it calls
it’s master many names, “puppet master”, “master of chaos” but mostly he goes
by “the master of shadows”. The evil has caused the lands to divide and the
people of the land don’t ever traverse out of their own territories. The
Dwarves live in their mountains along the Western coast of Pryth, rarely seen
by anyone else. The Wood Elves took up the forests, also never seen but still
ever watchful and always caring for the nature around them. The great villages
of Orks can be found across the plains, still fierce, proud fighters and
fearless of living beside “The lost city” on the Eastern coast of Pryth. There
are many other races, the dragons, the giants, the goblins, the centaurs, the
griffins. Other races have been lost over time, hidden throughout the lands. The
Humans, the oldest and most well known race, once a superpower but now has been
reduced to having to live anywhere possible, normally targets of raiding
parties. Their villages and forces are very sparse and are growing thin and
weak. If this continues they will be no more. At one time Pryth was beautiful,
races coexisted together in villages that dotted the land from one side of the
island right to the other. The once most prosperous of all was a human city,
known throughout all the land. It was the great city of Asarwelf, now lost to
shadows. Their technology was much farther advanced, and they excelled in
architecture, weaponry, agriculture and many other fields they worked in. That
is, until the humans started going mad. The evil all started from there, it’s
still not completely explained what happened, though there are still some sane
people in the world that know what happened on that faithful day but none have
come forward yet, and so all the secrets are left alone in “The lost city”
where no one dared to tread. After the shadow humans started slaughter their
own and destroying their village. The bodies almost look reanimated after the
shadow has taken hold, red eyes, black smoke leaking from the “puppets” body,
almost like they weren’t the same person. Travellers call them “puppets” or
“shadows”. Almost no humans still live and most that do are still puppets
manipulated but this master of evil who may as well be dead. It isn’t just
humans that have fallen under the control and turned on their own, though, many
other races also lost comrades to this… shadow. Most of the other races had a
chance to escape, not everyone is so lucky but the evil spread so fast and only
a small loss was lucky compared to the humans, some people even went to the
shadows willingly. If these races wish to continue their own existence they
must come together as one and defeat the evil head on. The great wizard Tetroin
knows this and is in the process of attempting to end what may very well be
impossible to stop, but someone must try. The fate of Pryth hangs in the
balance and so Tetroin must travel across the lands in search for a team he
believes will be able to take on the creature controlling this evil. Now begins
the race against time, Tetroin’s group of elite warriors or “the master of shadows”
and his army of puppets!