THE REPUBLIC OF EBONY
METREA CITY/THE OUTLANDS TAVERN
Astraviim sat in silence as the group pestered her with questions of who she was, why she was there and what the problem was. As the group settled down a bit, she closed her deep sapphire eyes and took a deep breath. "Words are not entirely capable of explaining everything. Therefore, I will show you." She opened her eyes and within moment you felt magic once again surround her. Some sort of illusion.
You feel a rush of bitter cold air blow past you and you find yourself floating above a massive desert wasteland. The black ice wastes. You see the fog clear and you realize you are hovering over a battlefield. One side you see the ancient Altiairan Army, with all the civilized races united against the opposing threat. There must have been tens of thousands of them. On the other side you see something truly horrifying. A horde of powerful monsters. Goblins, Orcs, Ogres, Trolls, Snakeborn, etc. But leading this army was a dark figure wreathed in shadow and covered in black armor. With a loud roar both armies charged forward and fought for the fate of Chrome.
Out of nowhere you hear the voice of Astraviim, calm and filled with sorrow. "This is the legendary battle of Jericho. I'm sure you have all heard stories of the fallen god Kyros? Well let me enlighten you, that was not a story at all. It was ancient history. When the battle was drawing to an end with Kyros victory. The united force of Altiair shouted a single word in one voice. Within moments a giant chasm opened up around the Kyros hordes and he was banished to the fallen realm."
As you continue watching the scene fades and you are again in the outlands tavern. Astraviim had liquid diamond tears running down her clear face. She quickly wiped the tears from her eyes and returned to face the group. "I was there you know, I fought in that battle six-thousand years ago along with the rest of my people. But now the wretched fell lord Kyros has risen again. Seeking to raise another army of monsters just as he did before."
METREA CITY/THE OUTLANDS TAVERN
Astraviim sat in silence as the group pestered her with questions of who she was, why she was there and what the problem was. As the group settled down a bit, she closed her deep sapphire eyes and took a deep breath. "Words are not entirely capable of explaining everything. Therefore, I will show you." She opened her eyes and within moment you felt magic once again surround her. Some sort of illusion.
You feel a rush of bitter cold air blow past you and you find yourself floating above a massive desert wasteland. The black ice wastes. You see the fog clear and you realize you are hovering over a battlefield. One side you see the ancient Altiairan Army, with all the civilized races united against the opposing threat. There must have been tens of thousands of them. On the other side you see something truly horrifying. A horde of powerful monsters. Goblins, Orcs, Ogres, Trolls, Snakeborn, etc. But leading this army was a dark figure wreathed in shadow and covered in black armor. With a loud roar both armies charged forward and fought for the fate of Chrome.
Out of nowhere you hear the voice of Astraviim, calm and filled with sorrow. "This is the legendary battle of Jericho. I'm sure you have all heard stories of the fallen god Kyros? Well let me enlighten you, that was not a story at all. It was ancient history. When the battle was drawing to an end with Kyros victory. The united force of Altiair shouted a single word in one voice. Within moments a giant chasm opened up around the Kyros hordes and he was banished to the fallen realm."
As you continue watching the scene fades and you are again in the outlands tavern. Astraviim had liquid diamond tears running down her clear face. She quickly wiped the tears from her eyes and returned to face the group. "I was there you know, I fought in that battle six-thousand years ago along with the rest of my people. But now the wretched fell lord Kyros has risen again. Seeking to raise another army of monsters just as he did before."