Heroes of Forgotten Kingdoms

In ancient times there was chaos
The noble golden era was forged by the swords of the first titans
And the breaths of dragons
It was an epoch where the magic run free over the land
In wild, glimmering rivers of brilliant, powerful colors

The chaos was freedom
The magic was wilderness
The gods blessed the lands with all their strength and benevolent will

Creatures of the ancient times were the four holy races of the elements
Guardians of the true power in all the worlds
Who kept in custody the holy artifacts

The dragons, keepers of fire and metals
creators of the mighty dragonslayer, the unique sword
The elves, spirits of nature and forests
creators of the emerald rod of earth
The mermaids, defenders of all the waters
creators of the sapphire trident of the abyss
The angels, overseers of the air
Rulers in the sky, players of the holy harp of the storms

The gods gave life to all the creatures
While the forest resounded with the laughter of nymphs and the hooves of unicorns
The mountains became strongholds of dragons and dwarves
The seas were the blue cradle of seahorses, orcs and tritons
The lands saw the birth of the kingdoms of men
Above all the humans some powerful minds became the first wizards
Rulers of the kingdoms

They were souls deeply connected with the magic of the world
Capable of touching the whispers of the gods with the point of their fingers
Their kingdom were the most splendid and grew in the blessing of the light
Wealthy and full of knowledge, happiness and music and dancing

But where the light shine brightest, the dark extends its most spiteful and powerful hand
Among the humans in the courtyard of the castle of the wizards
A little baby was born in the shadows
From a witch hanged for her crimes
For she had taken one of the forbidden demons as lover

From her womb, dirtied by obscene rituals, the baby was hate incarnated and hold the name of Xatron
Newly born in blood and mud, Xatron was taken to the castle
Less than a slave to become the jester of the court
Mocked and tortured in every possible way for the amusement of the lords
Escape one night, he managed to reach, deep in a cave, the entrance to the dark realms
Where he grew, trained by the demons of his father, to master the dark arts of magic

He came back from the realm of the undead
Half demon, half human
To seek revenge on those lowly, filthy humans who dared to abuse him
The evil and mighty jester forged in dark, crystal mixed with his own blood
The scepter of the undead and became invincible
Furious, determined to rule over all the worlds, he enslaved orcs, goblins and undead
Raising his awful, unbeatable army

He conquered and destroyed, erasing even the memory of the kingdoms
Nothing remained in the lands nor in the hearts of the men

In the devastated dark chaos of that great war he used all the energy of the sacrifices
To elevate his castle at the top of the world, the highest mountain, Dragonhold
There, among the frozen glaciers he cast the spell which imprisoned the dragons in an eternal sleep

Ten thousand years later, the world had become a dark and lost place under his undying, cruel rule
And yet, a small company formed, almost by chance, guided by fate
A mage, a barbarian, an elf, a cleric and a knight

Five fingers of the god's hand, gathered by the threads of fate
A prophecy sung by the seer in ancient times
Entwined in the chords of the harp of the angels
Predicted their arrival at the beginning of the world
Yet the scroll was hidden by Xatron, afraid of the prophecy that predicted his own fatal end
But the mage, who was once the best ally of the jester
His right hand, indeed, was repulsed by his evil actions
The mage discovered in the sacred library of the elves that prophecy and decided to betray Xatron
To save the world

The scroll revealed the heroes
The dragons awakened, summoned by the will of the prophecy
And dispersed all over the world
Fleeing from Xatron's wrath, he feared the legend of the dragonslayer
And the holy artifacts
The ancient weapons
The only means to take him down
So he tried to possess them all
He won over the lord of the abyss and conquered the trident first

Thanks to the mage though, the heroes discovered the existence of the artifacts
And initiated the quest to search all over the forgotten realms
The mighty dragonslayer, bringer of justice, and reunite the dragons

After a long journey, and never ending battles
The heroes are in the end facing Xatron
Ready to win this epic battle with the help of the dragons
And restore the rightful kingdoms and the holy rule of the light
Lost so long ago and never forgotten