Stories often grow from small beginnings. Crisis oftentimes spawn from unnoticed events, seen by few. Even fewer recognize the signs, see the storm clouds gathering on the horizon and know to prepare for the dark times ahead.
The town of Brisban had once been a thriving Megolin community of three thousand people. The picture of rural Megolin life in a peaceful valley that did not see all too many visitors. A quiet community of nice folk and modest trade, with little worry about the world outside of their home.
It was unfortunate, Arrick thought, that no one would ever discover the truth of Brisban’s fate.
The town was burning.
A wall of flames wreathed the city in a blaze that chocked the life out of the town as smoke clogged the sky above it.
Arrick walked through the town, seemingly unconcerned with the blaze around him. His gaze was locked dead ahead, towards the town square at the end of the street, where a single figure stood, arms stretched upwards and laughing madly towards the heavens.
“I’d say we’ve found the source.” Arrick observed, his tone neutral. He hadn’t seen a survivor since he’d arrived in Brisban. He hadn’t seen any bodies either, which made him wonder about the fates of the townsfolk. Something told him he didn’t want to know.
”These fires have been raging for far too long to be caused naturally. I recognize the device used to cause this.” The ring on Arrick’s left middle finger glowed faintly as a deep voice emanated from within.
"That thing you were telling me about earlier, right?"
“The Soul Furnace.” The voice spoke again. ”A device that burns a being’s very soul and allows the wielder to consume it.” he said clinically. Arrick glanced sideways at the flames around them. He grimaced. Well, there was his answer.
“Your people made some pretty messed up stuff, Solomon.” Arrick muttered as he continued his path towards the source of the disaster. The man’s cackling and the roar of the fire muffled Arrick’s words, and it appeared that their prey hadn’t noticed Arrick yet.
”Be cautious. If he has consumed the entire town, then their lifeforces will have augmented his power.” the voice, Solomon, warned. Arrick grunted and came to a stop at the edge of the town square.
The man standing in the center of the town was rather short in stature, his figure garbed in a simple worn brown cloak that did nothing to hide his emaciated form. Ringlets of greasy hair hid maddened bloodshot eyes and every laugh exposed a mouth full of broken and missing teeth.
Alastor Drey, once a proud and powerful member of the Megolin Mage Knights, now a babbling madman. Arrick had seen similar scenes before, and often wondered if the price of the power offered by Celestial artifacts was truly worth it.
The madman Alastor’s laughter trailed off as turned finally noticing Arrick. The man stared at him for a long minute, mouthing moving as if to speak. Finally he did speak. “You.” He said, voice raspy and broken. “I know who you are. He said you would come here. I didn’t believe him, yet here you are.”
Arrick ignored the man’s rambling. “You’ve been playing with some very dangerous toys, Mr. Drey.” He said. “It’s time to end all of this.” As he spoke, Arrick held out his hand. ”Avak!” he barked the short incantation, and an ethereal halberd appeared in his grip.
Alastor laughed. “My power has multiplied tenfold! You can’t hope to face me!” he shouted, his voice tinged with hysteria. Arrack gave his conjured weapon a few test swings and then pointed it at his foe.
“Never know until you try.” Arrick grinned, and then charged.
The world of Mundus Magica once again stands on the edge of cataclysm. Tensions between the two great nations of Megolin and Hyddick once again begin to mount, and war becomes ever more certain. Ancient secrets long buried by time begin to resurface, bringing madness, suffering and destruction with their resurrection. The heroes of the world have begun to fade, and the god that once protected the world has vanished. And beyond all this, an unseen evil tries to claw its way back into the world. The darkness gathers once more.
The Magecraft Chronicles