300 years since the first Adelta, the land has changed. The land has been freed by a band of heroes, who will forever be known to us.



Adelta may be free now, but that does not stop Evil. Bandits, Pirates. Orcs Goblins. Demons. The world was pulled out of darkness and into a time of peace and light, until the new moon (Where chapter one begins).


King Lidus's men lined up on the edge of the forest, the trees to their back. Lidus jumped off of his horse, and looked up to the large mountains and drew his sword.


"Let the blood lust begin. May we slay the killers of our brothers and sisters, and come home to the wenches and cold ale. TONIGHT, WE BECOME GODS!"Lidus shouted, followed by the roar of his men, and they stormed the mountain pass. They had to go two by two, the space between the mountain sides were very slim, Lidus was shocked that he could even fit.

"We slay the demon king, and return to our wives! Those of you who die, you shall all be rewarded in Dervain (The after life)!" THe army began to sprint to the end of the pass, they could not see light, meaning they were about to pass into the realm of darkness.



Ellie heard the cries of the great kind, coming to slay her king. Grasping her sword, she took her sword in both hands, and raised it above her head, and so did her brothers and sisters in arms. Erok had his Helmet of Kings on, holding onto his sword, the sword of heroes. Erok gave Ellie asmile that told her every thing will be okay, that their home will remain theirs.

As soon as the first thousand of the kings men crossed into the realm of darkness, the catapults were launched. As the ammunition hit the side of the mountain, hundreds of little goblin critters emerged from a giant ball, and attacked the kings men. The kings men fought through, slashing and stabbing. The king was not going to give into the terror of the land.

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As dawn rose, the mountain pass was silent, accept for the sound of tired feet shuffling through it. Emerging first, was king Lidus, grasping hold of the decapitated head of the dark lord. Followed by him, was Belrock Ortuna, the royal general, and the third and final survivor, Kelias Segal, the female archer, nothing royal about her.
"We may have been the only survivors, but we will go down as gods. The great deity, Medusae, she will grant us with eternal life, and youth. We cleansed her of the demons, and forever, we shall live." Lidus prayed.


But Lidas was wrong, the first out of fifteen dark lords had been killed, and he was the weakest.