The brass smell of blood lingered deeply throughout the lands. The earth realm was loosing every bit of life that remained upon it. Death had taken its vengeance like a thief in the night. Nothing would get in the way of its inevitable demise. The Gods desired more than just the earth realm as their playground for the human race. So rifts were created throughout the many regions of the world. Portals of all kinds emerged from the shadows. Filled with creatures unheard of. Even those that man knew as myths, they surfaced through the shadows in search of something more, just as man did the same. The world we once knew to be a glorious land of dreams is nothing more than ruins of what once was.
Our knowledge of why things suddenly became dull in the eyes of the mighty gods is of no importance. Fate has chosen to erase the great book of life, and began a new mark. History in which we create our own destiny. Creatures of remarkable power and might spread like wildfire all over the realms and earth. Each realm is given the opportunity for a position of high power to be taken. The people choose their victor, and grant them leadership, along with honor and respect.
Man is scarcely found these days, but there is one thing that is certain. Though they are not the strongest, or the most wise. They still hold their own among the others. We create our own paths of life and destruction. One simple decision can end, or begin something great. Who is to say that even the smallest of creatures cant dominate Goliath. Take your weapon of choice in hand and begin your journey. There is only one purpose here in the Shadow Realms. Survival.
