The eternal struggle between Light and Dark has ended.
Darkness reigns supreme and chaos spreads throughout the Land.
Leading a fell host to march upon the last defenders of the Light, the Dark Lord’s victory was as decisive as it was fleeting.
Struck down by the last Angel, the Dark Lord was destroyed.
Darkness yearns for a new ruler – a leader who transcends the bounds of mortality – to solidify its rule over the Land.
The invisible forces of evil guide those who would rule toward the Eye – the gravesite of the Dark Lord himself
and the site of the Light’s last stand which towers above all other mountains at the center of the Land.
The forces of Darkness now turn in on itself – to weed out the weak, to cull the unfit.
The mantle and the title of Dark Lord can only be worn by one who dominates,
destroys and defeats the competition – without mercy or fear.
The peasants cower in their villages; graveyards spill over with the dead and the ancient ponds,
pools and lakes of mana overflow – precious resources awaiting one to claim them.
The Land is ready to be exploited – only by doing so can one hope to win the war
that builds in even the darkest reaches of the Land.
A Dark Throne rises with volcanic fury from the Eye.
It is yours – if you can take it.
Darkness reigns supreme and chaos spreads throughout the Land.
Leading a fell host to march upon the last defenders of the Light, the Dark Lord’s victory was as decisive as it was fleeting.
Struck down by the last Angel, the Dark Lord was destroyed.
Darkness yearns for a new ruler – a leader who transcends the bounds of mortality – to solidify its rule over the Land.
The invisible forces of evil guide those who would rule toward the Eye – the gravesite of the Dark Lord himself
and the site of the Light’s last stand which towers above all other mountains at the center of the Land.
The forces of Darkness now turn in on itself – to weed out the weak, to cull the unfit.
The mantle and the title of Dark Lord can only be worn by one who dominates,
destroys and defeats the competition – without mercy or fear.
The peasants cower in their villages; graveyards spill over with the dead and the ancient ponds,
pools and lakes of mana overflow – precious resources awaiting one to claim them.
The Land is ready to be exploited – only by doing so can one hope to win the war
that builds in even the darkest reaches of the Land.
A Dark Throne rises with volcanic fury from the Eye.
It is yours – if you can take it.
