Narration
Posilidia Harbor, Rumed
In the world of Edàin there once lived a fantastical warrior with powers unfathomable. He was called The Scion, the prophesied hero of an Ancient Race long since forgotten in the annals of history. He used his gifts for the benefit of all mankind. He faced numerous threats ranging from monstrous, magical, and political. He was forever sown in the Looms of Fame and his name was known throughout the world. Then the Passing of a Legend, The Scion met his end and was entombed in his hometown. His tale to be retold forever more in the hearts, spirits, and imagination of Humanity.
That was over a Thousand Years Ago...
It was only Ten Years Ago that the Man, the Myth, the Legend, made his historic return. That day would live on in infamy. The Scion changed, he was consumed by a darkness so foul, so terrible, that the world suffered for it. His reign of terror scorched the very lands he once protected. A dark stain on the Fabric of Time. He led his diabolic army of Fiends as he brought the world to it's knees. In the twilight of the war the Seven Kings gathered and an ultimatum was reached. That ultimatum was a Tournament, one that would decide the fate of the world.
Now Ten Years hence, the balance of Edàin lies in the hands of seven, complete strangers. All of each chosen as Champions, representing their individual nations. All in order to compete in this dark Tournament, but despite the challenges ahead, the greatest challenge starts within....
Our story begins in the harbor of the city of Posilidia. The center most Port Town and resident of the largest naval base in the Rumedian Military. It is a dreary day, one where it appears the sun isn't shining has brightly as normal. A certain dismal glare hangs above the weary heads of the townsfolk. Going about their lives in, less than joyful tones. The cobblestone streets are muddy and populated with puddles, from the recent rainfall. The sky itself had a slight overcast and a chilling wind. The buildings themselves seem to copy the mood of hopelessness. Entire complexes and establishments were closed, windows boarded up and grime and smudge on the walls.
There was much crying and praying for a better day, as the homeless gathered in the alleyways and shelters. Those of more means, were either gone or packing up looking for greener pastures. For it the Champions were to fail, they know the Cities would be the first to be destroyed. They would flee for the countryside hopefully away from what only seems inevitable. There was little faith or confidence as the masses seemed to have all but given up. The only light to be found is from the young children, who playfully splash in the puddles. Only to be dragged away by frightful parents.
This is the scene that befalls this day of all days. The Champions shall gather and from there, head for their destines. Who knows what the future holds for these seven brave souls, perhaps it's victory or death or perhaps something greater than anyone could possibly imagine. One thing is for certain, May the Progenitor have mercy on their souls...
You are one of the champions as you enter this city. Heading for the designated meeting area at the Posilidia Harbor. Once all have gathered, there will be a chartered ship, to take you to Ulmath Island, where the Tournament is held.