In the land of Eostia, there are two countries that fought for supremacy, and for authority.
It lasted for many years, centuries even! Until one fateful event.
The Black Dogs came. Mercenaries so great and the best that money can buy, and they never disappointed.
They carried through the charge, leading a force so mighty that the monsters from the kingdom of Dark Elves. The battle was swift, and true, and worthy of song and legend.
Then came the betrayal.
No one wishes to speak of what happened since then, nor are they willing to share the details of how it went down... But there is one thing that is sure, is that the villages and the kingdoms now bear their flags.
And the fact that their queen has now been enslaved, along with the Seven Shields.
But it all changes until one fateful day... when two people came, and made an unlikely story.
Kin, layed there, on his bed, sleeping peacefully as the night went on he spent on slumber had an odd dream.
He dreamt to himself about somewhere, deep in the woods, lied a fortress... forgotten by time.
It was clear, crystal clear. He sees the ruined the walls, how they were shattered and ruled by overgrowth, the trees and the land around it showed decay and death... and misery. But there was one thing he remembered so profoundly, was the green sickly mist that surrounds it.
Not only was it glowing a foul green like a plague, it reeked of darkness and malevolence, he sees the shadows that litter the building withering and writhing as if they had a mind of their own...
It's almost as if it was calling to him.
It has already been three nights since he had that dream, but now, he sees it as a nightmare now.
He doesn't know if it has any relevance, but he saw that "Man" standing inside. Casting and practicing a dark and foul magic that only the darkest beings will ever consider using...
Necromancy, bright and clear as day.
While he woke up with fright, his conscious was clear.
Not wasting anytime, he ran to the grand library, trying to see if he can learn anything about this potential threat.
Book, after book, after book, after book. He scoured through all of them until he found not one... but two.
With determination, he skimmed through both books, trying to see if he can learn anything.
Then he found the page, the chapter that describes the "Olden Days".
He read and read, learning more and more... No matter how much his body and mind wished to leave and forget about it, he kept on reading... wanting to know more about the Necromancer.
Then he found a rhyme, of the rise of something known as "The Lich"
"Twice the days, when the world was young.
The gods stood tall, when they saw the day.
That the dead rose high as day.
Then it's true, by all those that knew.
The Lich has come to take the throne
And by their side, by their arms
Necromancers stood five, and on thy side.
And for every five, there can only be one
And that shall be the Lich, and by the Old Gods will."
He read again, looking for more stories, Wanting to see if there is more to these... Old Gods.
As he kept on reading, then he learned more... Then something doesn't feel right. He felt like he was being watched.
Kin never felt this kind of... fear?
"No, no... Don't be delusional." He said to himself. "It's just nothing." And by that, he kept on reading until the light of day comes.
By the next day, the Magus went and travelled to the gods forsaken place, accompanied by Klaus, and a couple of Black Dogs.
Convincing Volt wasn't really that hard. With such a gloomy place, it may offer miracles that further their cause, and with the added benefit of having a potential ally just sweetened the deal... But that isn't what he's planning.
Kin is going to burn it down. Down to the ground, regardless of what he said.
Dismounting on their houses, they went inside the fortress, intent on finding the one in charge.
With every hour that passed, it became grimmer and grimmer as the nauseating aura wafted through the air, even when the torches were lit, they exudes black and green flames that were filled with dark energy.
Kin could only furrow his nose in disgust, one of the younger ones started getting a little... Anxious as the foreboding air starts taking it's toll.
Over a while, they came out with nothing, and tension tightens even more as some of them start getting restless.
"Okay, we looked through!" one of them shouted. "There is no one here! Not even a single soul! I'm getting out of here, and I don't give a fuck about what Volt has to say!"
"Then you are a coward!" The bigger one growled at him.
"I don't care!" The tiny one bit back. "Look at this place! The sun doesn't shine, the place gives me the chills... I'm not a mage, but this is creepy! Did no one notice that?!" He shouted.
Klaus could only ignore them as the two kept on arguing. He couldn't care less, much less know why he was brought in to this mess. He can only assume that he was just brought in as bait or a sacrifice just in case things go awry.
Just as when the younger one was about to leave, they heard it. Bones cracking echoed through the hollow fortress and with a ghoulish scream blasted on through.
All of then drew their weapons as they stood on guard, waiting for the monsters to appear.
Unfortunately, that wish was granted, for one monster came, and that was a Ghast... And multiple Wraiths.
The Ghast bellowed through the forsaken place, it's blackened fur shaking as it howls ever more wickedly, more of it's own kind appearing before it, either be popping from he ground or from the walls.
The Wraiths encircled them drawing out swords and spears as they pace at them, to make matters worse, Ghouls appeared as well, from what appears to be a band of monsters and spectres, progressively grew into a horde...
Into an army.