On one side to the east stood the forces of darkness led by the Dread Lords of Darkness, centred on the wasteland that was the site of the great cataclysm. It was a vast forest filled with all manner of beasts and the figure was moving from tree to tree, desperate to not be seen but still with the haste of one wishing to elude their pursuers but even they could not fathom the events they would set into motion, the end of what the true servants of evil call: The Great Stalemate!įor you see, many years after the fall of the so-called Glorious Empire, the continent was divided in half. A cloaked figure was racing towards the village through the forest to the northeast. Now, where was I… Oh yes, the beginning of the story… the village of Mossband was turning in for the night, completely unaware of the events that would soon unfold. Our story begins at the end of summer, as the sun was dipping beneath the horizon, a story of Minions! Overlords! Carnage! Conspiracy! War! Betrayals! And all that other stuff such as love, drama, princesses, knights, emperors etc etc that those so-called “reviewers'' consider a necessary part of an epic tale! HAH, They wouldn’t know a good story if it came and bit them in the rear! (as a side note you really should buy Gnarl’s biting tales from your local bookstore, it will really sink its teeth in you!).
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