Proluge The city had once been the central of magic powers. It grew prosperous, and eventually blossumed in to a small empire. Taking over rule of smaller towns around it. The power and wealth soon attracted unwanted residents. Practicioners of black magic, and dark arts. They corrupted a large portion of the town. In response to this paracitic arrival, a great war between good and evil exploded in to a battle for the town. In the end it seemed more than residency was at stake. The dark mages finally summoned a creature so fierce, and so powerful it wiped out all of the pure magic users, in one attack. But the creature was to fierce, and didn't listen to it's dark masters. It turned on them to destroying the creators, and the town. All that was left were the walls to thick to burn, and the skroll that summoned the creature hidden under the endless rubble. Hidden so that none would ever survive to gain knowledge of it. And to deep under boulders to be found, but were there's a will, there's a way. Many centurys past, when a survivor the only known survivior of that dark day on his death bed revealed the location of the skroll, to his two sons. The first son left, to retrieve the skroll. The second one stalked behind his older brother until the item was found. Knowing the foot steps his older brother would take if he held the power of the skroll in his hand, the younger brother struck him down, and stole the skroll from it's home underneath the rubble. Little did the younger brother know, that the older dark brother survived, and built up his army, attempting to steal the skroll back. The younger brother had grown old and powerful by this time. With a unorthadox spell, he split his being in to four seperate ones. The first, and most sinister was an elf named Darbi, he was the wisest and dealt with the more dangerous magic. His hair was long and blond, and like the wizard brother himself, favored green and brown dress. The next was a human woman, named after her power Raventh. She only casted defense spells, but was very beautiful and charming, hardly having to fight. The third being was an old dwarf, with a long white beard, his name was Roybi, and held the stregth and age of the man. Finally was a small halfling, he had no use, except deseption and illusion. His name was Kylbi. Toghter, they split the skroll, and left to the outer parts of the country to hid. The foe now hunted them in order to regain the power once taken.