Damian Ravdul

A thousand years ago, darkness was all that filled the empty void that was once our world. It was a single deity, from which nothing could survive. The Gods of the 7 Moons, beings of unimaginable power stepped into the realm that knew only darkness. Their radiance showed greatly, and so light was born into the world. However, as powerful as gods were; they still could not defeat the darkness. The power that was shed from their bodies took on form. It shaped and molded itself. Thus, creatures of all shapes and form were created. Some creatures were created of pure darkness, while others of pure...

Epilogue

Theone woke in his room in the deserted village of Plexerelict, in the mountains of Multiplex. He couldn’t remember the last few days but his battle in the Forest of Haag was still fresh in his mind.
He looked over at his desk. On it was a letter. It read,
Dear Theone,

I hope you are fine. Touchfire and Doughty are buried in Slinsil as heroes and yourself and I are the living heroes of Slinsil.
The chiefs of Slinsil congratulated us and gave us commendation and a medal made from their finest gold. They told us we were forever in their debt.
We stayed in Slinsil for two days resting and...

Chapter Twenty-Three: The Towers of Shadow and Light

Two towers survived in the world of Corath. One was the Tower of Shadow and the other was the Tower of Light. For every age of Corath, since the ancients, they both been unoccupied, until one day a conjurer, Falliron the Dark, decided to renovate the tower and preserve its historical values.
The Tower of Shadow existed in the utmost isolated regions of Rynstad and was undisturbed by even the Hai'Ynl or the Skull-Bearer. Falliron was the best example of a hermit on the whole of Corath and it helped that mountains around the tower were high enough...

Chapter Twenty-One: The Hai'Ynl of Salendor


Lord Makron of the Salendorian Empire was worried.
Scouts showed that Skartan forces were already aware of the attack on their main city. The Lord of the Embassy noted the dark clouds gathering over the city of Fyodor; the lightning was beginning to strike and thunder was rumbling mischievously overhead. Salendorians were generally a superstitious people, and a thunder-storm on the day of an invasion was definitely not a good sign.
The Lord of the Embassy had gathered with the Embassy to discuss this latest development in the comings of their arch-enemies,...