The world is not as it was…
The Ages of Virtue have long passed…
The Age of Strife lingers like an unquiet wraith…
The fires of Righteousness gutter low like a candle in a windstorm…
Fiends and the unquiet dead stalks unhindered…
The world waits for pure souls to step forth…
Will this begin the Age of Heroes?
Long ago this was a world of simple good, where all were free to live their lives unmolested. Benevolent rulers led at the behest of compassionate gods and famine, fear and disease were but a lingering shadow of their former power. This is no longer so.
Now the world bleeds.
Now, corruption, vice and terror reign. Side by side with the worst of human evil, supernatural fiends stalk by day and night. The heroes of old are dead or fallen, and even the gods themselves supplanted by malevolent deities and worse. Can a small band of desperate people bring the light back into the world, turning back the tide of darkness, or will they be the last guttering of the candle before the long dark.
