And Here Comes The Night...
The world, as we know it, is coming to an abrupt close. The Darkness is spreading, its monstrous grasp clawing the land quicker than any of the Lords could have anticipated. It began as nothing but a simple blight to the north; travellers told stories of the strange creatures lurking in the forests, murdering and butchering those whom ventured from the roads. Lord Lanius of Cadean, High King of Taethil, ignored the meagre matter, declaring it nothing but a mixture of drunkard travellers and bandits. His fellow Lords agreed, all unwilling to use any of their Knights to investigate the matter; each of the Lords had their own cities to attend to, and couldn't afford to waste time on such a petty matter. Sightings began to grow in the North, until Lord Naveen of Whitevale, the eldest of the Lords, decided it best to at least address the manner, with his city of Whitevale being the most northern, and thus, closest to the occurrences. He sent a battalion of his finest Knights, whom were never heard of again. Three days later, Whitevale came under attack, the very Knights Naveen had sent leading the charge; they had changed, their pristine white armour now a charcoal black, and their bodies twisted and contorted into monstrous, orc-like being. Whitevale, completely unprepared for such an attack, but monstrous creatures numbering in the hundreds, was overrun in a matter of hours, its Knights either falling or retreating with the civilians, whom all fled south to the costal City of Cadean, the Capital of Taethil, and the most southern city in the Kingdom. They spoke of the Dark beings, named only the Soulless, and how each and every one to fall to their blades, be it Man, Elf or Dwarf, turned into a monstrous being, and joined the Darkness in the attack. They warned Lanius, whom instead of taking action immediately, simply bolstered defences in the North, unwilling to risk his army in an immediate counter-attack against an enemy they knew nothing about. For the next couple years, little occurred; Whitevale became a memory, and the Darkness going unnoticed, with none daring to venture into the northern territories of Taethil.
It almost went unnoticed at first; less travellers in Cadeans vast marketplace, fewer messengers from the other Lords, less news from the north. When it was discovered what was happening, it was almost crippling; all of the other Cities, all of the other Lords, were beginning to simply go dark; no news, no travellers, nothing; they were being completely eradicated over night, with no survivors. Panic ensued, with each of the remaining Lords terrified that their city would be next to go. People tried to flee to the East and West, while others kept to themselves. No longer set on waiting, King Lanius of Cadean set about rallying his vast army, and sent them north, leading the charge himself. What they found, was more horrifying than they could have possibly imagined; an entire army of monstrous, Dark beings, clad in tattered armour and barbaric in their cause. They were the fallen of both Man, Elf and Dwarf alike, twisted and contorted into horrible beings, and numbered in at least one thousand. A battle ensued, and it seemed set for an simple victory for the Knights of Cadean; the Soulless were unorganised, and whilst they had the advantage that each they killed joined their forces, they were unmatched by the sheer skill of Cadeans army. They slew the last Soulless on the field, and cried out in victory, the King satisfied that the day was won. However, the Dark is a cunning foe, and it was but the beginning.
It had been a trap; legions upon legions of Soulless came from seemingly nowhere, surrounding the entire army of Cadean, numbering in over one hundred thousand, outnumbering Lanius' force vastly. Not only that, but they were led by larger, darker and more terrifying beings; the Lords that had fallen in the battle. They charged, and a bloodbath ensued. Steel clashed against tattered steel, sword against sword. Limbs were severed and torn from their bodies, the Knights all falling one by one. They charged for retreat, but by the time they'd escaped, they had lost more than half of their forces, thus only bolstering the forces of the Soulless. The King returned to Cadean, with the dire news of the army that grew in the north. He appealed to the other Lords, asking for aid, but they refused; they needed all of their men if the Soulless were truly as strong as they said.