War has torn our world asunder. The Trevelan Imperium and the Behlanish have fought a bloody war that has lasted for nearly thirty years. The world cries for release.
We ask for help.
We pray to the gods.
There appears to be no hope left.
Long ago, heroes walked our lands, protecting the innocent, but no longer. The world is full of evil and greed. Full of corrupt lords and blood craving soldiers.
We pray for a new era of heroes, galavanting through the lands, mending the scars that the war has left.
Humans are not the only ones though, the elves of Najdu have signed an peace treaty, only to have the dwarves break theirs’.
Our world has been torn asunder.
By the hammer of corruption and pure evil.
Won’t someone help.

War-Torn Souls