Charles had lived in Tarnissus his entire life. He could still remember a time when the late king ruled the land, but those times had gone and past. Now he just wandered the town, unable to sleep watching. Charles loved the quiet town, the only thing stirring were the guards on the ruins of the old city’s walls that had been reinforced with wood over time. He couldn’t help but gaze up at the stairs, trapped in his own memories of the past. It had been a night like any other. Charles remembered seeing a few new visitors, but that wasn’t uncommon in these times most people had refused to settle. Most felt like they had no home others to scared to stay in one place, the worst of all was the scarcity of resources and what little they did have left the Great Lord Keffon demanded nearly half. Charles had fought in the war when he was just but a lad, he could still remember watching his friends die a horrible bloody death. Only to rise as the evil magic worked its way into their bodies. Screaming in terror he had ran from that battlefield tears in his eyes and piss running down his leg.
Charles stood in the middle of the courtyard, the stone and wood walls laid before him. The guards walked their rounds like they did every night. Charles could see a red light in the distance that gleamed though the beams that were fashioned together to form the makeshift gate. Charles watched the red light draw near; he felt the light was directed at him, like it almost seemed to be engulfing his soul with its evil aura.
Charles hadn’t had the chance to cry out, before he could break the lights mesmerizing gaze. A huge black dog that stood 8 feet in height from its back and 14 foot in length, had bust through the gate causing and explosion. The Black Dogs gaze landed right on him, its two red eyes locked on him, with a third red eyes glowing in the middle of its forehead. Charles looked back towards the town, seeing several townsfolk emerge from their homes scared and drowsy, and a few of the outsiders emerging from the inn some looked to be well into their cups. He could see his grandson a tanker in his hand the boy looked drunk, his eyes locked with the young man for only a second. It was in this second that the Black Dog rushed forward engulfing the man in an instant Charles life ended. The blood curdling scream of his grandson could be heard throughout the village as the young man fell to his knees tears in his eyes.
It was in this moment that the dog set its gaze upon its next victims marking them for death, it was said that only those that saw its third red eye were marked. With a howl the beast retreated while a wave of skeleton and zombie warriors rushed through the gates, a single Troll held in chains by the undead was let loss into the square. A man being chased by a pride of Chimeras could be seen crashing through the middle of the battle. A few sinister shadows could be seen in the moonlight at the Tarnissus burial grounds on the hill, dark magic filled the air as a huge man like figure burst out of the ground, standing 12 feet in height and wielding a giant sword. The hero of Tarnissus “Anoth the Giant slayer” had been resurrected, locking its unholy gaze upon the city he had once slain 17 giants to protect.