In the time of the Ancients, when the land had been swallowed whole in the screams of the dead and the fires of war, a lineage was born. A powerful bloodline with the capability to both end and start wars. True to their linage, they had brought the wars that plagued the land to an end, and for the first time in recorded history, we knew peace.
As the years went on, the once feuding lands came together and we grew strong. Strong, but unprepared. So when another hundred years passed in a time of calm thanks to the bloodline only the Gods knew where it came from, none of us were ready for a new kind of enemy to spring from the other side.
They came in many shapes and sizes, both strong and weak, stupid and cunning, intimidating and welcoming. Some were harmless, but many were not. They wreaked havoc everywhere they went, slaughtering men, women, and children and brought about another war. They were eager to find this bloodline in this era of war, eager to get at their b