In a world,
where Werewolves and Vampire's fought like cats and dogs,
an eternal, bloody battle raging beyond time and repair, finally coming to surface.
The wars between Mages and Templars had been long since forgotten, the tainted blood between both sides had been washed away in a desperate attempt to hold back both blood suckers, and large ferocious dogs.
Half of all races had been butchered, and slaughtered by mass hordes of these unnatural creatures.
Blood Mages were the first to die, they never even stood a chance, they fell with pointed teeth in their necks and bodies torn to shreds with barely a drop of blood staining the battle field.
The Dwarves and Elves fought bravely against the large beasts, they fell with honour in their hearts and weapons in their hands.
Churches were built everywhere in an attempt to shield the helpless and drive back the monsters with their Holy Water and Blessed Crosses...
It only made the monsters angrier.