The Kingdom of Noreik has seen better days. Fields and farms lay barren, all the young man are at war now. The enemy, the brutal invaders of Kazgrad stand at the gates, plundering, raping and pillaging. The army is losing ground, and the castles at the borders are slowly crumbling. The legendary knights and heroes of Noreik are no more than bloating corpses.
Desperate times call for desperate measures. King Roland turned to those he shunned and persecuted. He turned to vile sorcerers and necromancers, enemies of the faith and cultists of evil.
"Bring me back the heroes of old! My army needs beacons of hope and justice in shining armor!"
They did what he demanded, but he did not get what he wanted.
Desperate times call for desperate measures. King Roland turned to those he shunned and persecuted. He turned to vile sorcerers and necromancers, enemies of the faith and cultists of evil.
"Bring me back the heroes of old! My army needs beacons of hope and justice in shining armor!"
They did what he demanded, but he did not get what he wanted.
The bodies of the fallen were placed in a circle around the black monolith. King Roland stood there in shock, fear and regret as the cultists started their chant. "It is for the kingdom...", he whispered to himself. Smoke filled the crypt and the lights began to flicker as the choir reached it crescendo. Unnatural shadows seemed to dance in the smoke, whispers in an unknown and terrifying tongue offered forbidden secrets. The King spoke a silent prayer for forgiveness, even though he knew it was too late for that. Everyone in this room forfeited his chance for paradise.
The whispers left and beastly screams took their place. What seemed to be a gigantic black spider with the face of a woman crawled on the monolith. A warlock positioned himself in front of the monolith chanting like a madman, while the prisoners of war were brought in.
Roland took of his crown and tried to hold back the tears. He had gone to far. One after another the Prisoners throats were slit, the blood colouring the floor red.
It was then a soft whisper was heard. The rattling of bones. It was done...
The whispers left and beastly screams took their place. What seemed to be a gigantic black spider with the face of a woman crawled on the monolith. A warlock positioned himself in front of the monolith chanting like a madman, while the prisoners of war were brought in.
Roland took of his crown and tried to hold back the tears. He had gone to far. One after another the Prisoners throats were slit, the blood colouring the floor red.
It was then a soft whisper was heard. The rattling of bones. It was done...
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