Discover the Lore of the Realm

How it all began...

The Dark Mountain, a once glorious nation, where creatures, beings and all sorts of hero’s came to test their wits, power and claim their fame. The realm played host to many clans, some living in harmony and some at constant war, each trying to trump the next and become the dominant ruling group. Order existed among the chaos and everyone that found their way onto the Mountain soon found their place. The vampires banded together among the crypts, the dragons all huddled in the mountain tops united under a single banner. The ones that lurked among the shadows soon found a home together and started their lineage. Big or small, no matter what or who you were, a group existed that would cater to your needs. As the Mountain thrived and flourished with all of its diverse people, a certain threat started to loom, an imbalance among the order and chaos. It was not long after that, that chaos started to take precedence over all and full on war broke out among the clans of the Mountain. Each wanting to destroy the next and claim the entire realm for themselves. Alliances were broken, people killed aimlessly, whole clans wiped from existence. Few remained as everything plummeted into eternal darkness. An elite force, called the magi, was assembled during these trying times in an attempt to right the wrongs and restore balance, but their attempts were feeble at most. As the war raged on, the magi simply became part of the problem and it was eventually by decree of their leader that the most drastic steps of all were taken. A total purge of the realm.

Many in their ranks opposed this decision, but ultimately had no say. The strongest mages were called upon to activate an ancient device, believed to be remnants of when the gods traversed the material plane. A device that could wipe-out all existence in the mere blink of an eye. Attempts were made to stop the activation thereof, but diplomacy failed and more blood ended up being shed. Word happened to get out of the magi’s plans just in time and people started to flee, attempting to save themselves from the impending doom. Without any warning, the device was brought to life and the results catastrophic. The magical pulse fired across all reaches of the Dark Mountain, those that weren’t able to escape, wiped from existence. Every last living creature and being, including the members of the magi, were purged from the Mountain, leaving nothing but an empty void. Order was restored after all, but at a cost so high, there was nothing left to oppose it. Time went on and the once glorious nation of the Dark Mountain soon became forgotten. Mother nature had slowly started to make her way back to this desolate realm and without any humanoid intervention, was allowed to flourish once more. Vast forest rose from the husks of those that were before. Lakes sprung to life from newborn rivers cascading down from the mountain ranges. Animals big and small journeyed here from neighboring regions, settling in this newfound paradise and calling it their home. Although remnants remained of what was known as the great purge, nature managed to find its way back on the grandest of scales.

The Dark Mountain in this utopian state remained untouched for many years to come and it wasn’t until a lone white robed woman had journeyed to these once forsaken lands to discover that it had been brought back to life. Her initial purpose to travelling here was unclear, but legend tells that she was sent by the gods to return to the place her ancestors called home. Her arrival at the Dark Mountain ushered in an entirely new era and it was not long after that, that she had sent word far and wide of its existence. Many heeded her call and flocked back to the domain, each hoping to settle amongst these now rich lands. Under her guide and leadership, they formed a new settlement. Life here seemingly flourished without much effort and the new inhabitants were happy to call this place their home. The white robed woman was soon dubbed the Lady of her Grace, immortalized in her new title. Peace was had throughout all of the Dark Mountain, with people co-existing harmoniously with nature, but as word travelled of the rebirth of the nation, descendants of those that survived the purge also made their way back. Although many accepted its new state, they simply came to marvel at the place their ancestors once called home, but some came with ulterior motives in tow. Those that came from the powerhouses before, claimed that they had rights to the land and that it should belong to them. A meeting was called among all the people and a treaty and agreement was soon drawn up. It was agreed that they were allowed to settle within the realm once again and set up their own factions, but that they need to conform to keeping the peace among each other.

The treaty held strong and those that weren’t in agreement with it, eventually left the realm once again. It was as though a greater force held the balance together and weeded out those that meant to bring harm to it. Years progressed and the general population grew at a steady pace. News soon broke however that the Lady of her Grace had announced her departure, her destination unknown and her journey a mystery, but many rumors spoke of her return to the heavens as the people believed her to be a descendant of the gods. A new leadership was appointed in her wake and given the reigns to the kingdom of Dark Mountain. Although things seemed promising at first, a new unspoken of threat started to loom within the shadows after the departure of the Lady… As the Dark Mountain keeps growing and its factions take hold, where will you find your story leading you? Will you keep order and chaos balanced in full harmony, or will you upset the delicate nature thereof? Will you settle as a lone hero or take up rank within a faction? Your destiny is yours, now write it in the books of history.