Asatherian Dreams

A world locked in an eternal power struggle. Where wars are won and lost, only to be followed by another. Blood shed, a daily occurrence, while refugees tried to fled, only to be cut down in the heat of the battle. That was until he came. Some say he was from another land, others say another plane of existence. His dominating figure covered head to toe in armour as black as the night. An army, like none the world had ever seen, an army that out weighed all the armies of Asather, two men to one. The Lords and Barons of the world stopped the squabbling amongst themselves in an attempt to unite against this threat. Battles were fought all over the world, each ending with the same out come. Each Asatherian army was annihilated clearing the way forwards for the army of darkness. Each of its soldiers wore a black uniform, the officers being more decorated with reds and golds. Always at the front of the attack was the stranger in the black armour. His mages however were no match for those of Asather. This small advantage however did not save them. The mages either fled or were cut down by ground troops or archers before they could do too much damage.

The Asatherian mages who survived fled to the four corners of the planet. Hiding themselves and their powers. The all fled to out lying villages and towns, ones which were least likely to be attacked. The army of darkness swept through the might cities, claiming as their own. Soon the world had fallen under the will of the man in black armour. He proclaimed himself as the new Emperor of this world. He placed his higher ranking officers in the cities, leaving them to run the world while he retreaded to the large black marble tower he had had built in the middle of the Heartspine mountains.

Life slowly returned to normal for the Asatherian's, the mages hidden and disguised as village mystics. There were no more wars. Occasionally barbarians would raid out lying villages or coastal towns to see what they could steal before the Enforcers arrived. Enforcers were like The Dark One's, as he became known, personal police, they were in every major town, and had outposts in the country. Their horses ran with unnatural speed, and they never revealed their faces to anyone. Rumour had it that they were demons or creatures from the abyss.

When Asatherian's died they ascended to the next plane of existence. In between these planes lay a place called the abyss. Here all manner of horrific creatures dwelled, waiting for their chance to get free. Occasionally a path would open between the Abyss and Asather. These paths were known as ruptures. They would open for a brief moment. But a brief moment was all it took to unleash a horde of creatures. Enforcers were always around to deal with these outbreaks, so any situation was contained almost immediately.

But something was stirring, the ruptures were slowly opening for longer, wider openings appeared. The people were told that it was under control, but they were scared...

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So anyone interested, the story will begin in a small coastal village. We will dive in in time for a big annual event in the village, where everyone will play a village member.

I have plenty planned for this, let me know if its worth running.