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Island Continent of Magnusopolis



The wind lashes with a bitter bite, one lone figure moves across the rocky and desolate landscape. His black cloak whips and snaps in the wind as he holds his hood over his head and hunches over. The mountainous landscape goes forever in all directions, the gray overcast clouds contain a hint of thunder causing the figure to halt in his tracks. As a great gust of wind sweeps across the path in font of him he makes out a structure. Ancient, forgotten, forbidden, the figure stands straight and pulling back his hood exposes his face. His black hair rippled in the wind as he forms a wicked grin beneath his goatee. He brings to move faster now, but he can hear the dull beating of something, a roar in far in the distance. He stops short as he sees the entrance to a great cave, the mouth of the cave is shaped in the form of a dragon's head, the great fangs stabbing down into the ground on either side of the entrance.

He begins to move forward and freezes in shock as he watches the clouds part a massive winged beast land on the peak above the cave. His eyes go wide as he sees.......a DRAGON. The great red scales burn with an light not of this world, the creatures long neck cranes to long down at him as it's great claws shatter the rock that they dig into. The creature beats it's one wings once causing a mighty gust of air to blow the man from his feet. He rolls a few times and quickly gets up as the mighty dragon throws it's truck sized up and unleashes a great gout of red flame in the air. The man steels himself and dashes with everything he has deep into the cave. He slides and falls through the darkness, he tumbles and hits stone several times before sliding to a halt.

The pitch black disconcerts him until a dull light begins to shine. He looks to see that the light shines the other side of an elaborately carved stone bridge. He begins to walk toward it but stops to look down, over the side of the bridge, he shys away as he sees a vast flowing black river, beneath the surface,....faces, howling, hungry, terrified spectral faces. He looks away and moves quickly across the bridge as he stops before the light. It emanates from a altar of black obsidian, the smooth black table is carved along it's base with depictions of great battles, of legendary wars, and great upheaval in the heavens.

On the wall behind the altar, a great crest hangs, in the form of a silver dragons head wreathed in blades. A deep malevolent voice echoes out from all corned of the cavern," Memnon Drex...you come at last, long has it been since you visited at any of my altars or honored my name in this world. " Memnon Drex drops to one knee and placing his fist on his heart says," Forgive me my lord, for I was paving the way for your arrival, there is no greater honor then to be the Avatar of the Bringer of Eternal Night, the Dragon God, Arcturus Magnus. "

A pleased rumble echoes through the cavern as voice responds," Indeed, my son, your works have not gone unnoticed, the time of my approach is soon at hand, this wasted pit of a world has feed my power well, the time of Darkness is at hand. The Gods are listless, divided, this will be the time of true darkness. Their failure is my fortune. ."

Memnon Drex slowly walks from the cavern and stops, he looks into the skies to see dozens of great dragons slowly flying and orbiting the mountain. Their bone chilling roars fill him, with not dread now, but with a certain exhilaration, a sense of power, he looks down to the valley below, and sees camp fires, numbering in the hundreds. He knows that the chosen ones, the ones he had gathered for decades, his horde, the Makai.
He begins to slowly walk from the cavern and turns as he visualizes the grand the fortress that will soon stand upon the spot. He looks about the valley below and sees in his minds eye the farms, the mills, the armories, the great industry that will arise to fulfill the needs and wants of the Night Bringer. Memnon smirks an evil smirk as he visualizes the crown that will soon sit upon his brow as the Avatar of the "Great Dark"......

The vast expanse of the continent Island of Magnusopolis....

The NecroKing, Memnon Drex slowly walks amongst the camp fires. His elite guard flanks on either side, the Necro Guard wear armor of purest ebony. The overlapping plates cast an eerie shine as their skull mask and helmets form one solid piece over their heads. The wind snaps the cloak of the NecroKing as he passes two guards and the perimeter of the camp and mounts his steed. The heavily muscled horse slams it's hoofs to the ground sending sparks flying as it's red eyes looks about. Memnon pulls his hood up over his head as he says," Wait for me, I will return. " The horse takes off at a gallop and makes it way away from camp.

It slows as it nears the foundation for the new city's walls. The massive black blocks sit in various states of completion as Memnon rides past them and half completed statues. He stops and dismounts in what will one day be the center of the new capital of the Makai. As he dismounts a bright flash fills the area. A flaming hole opens in the ground as a massive clawed hand reaches out and pulls a great stone body behind it. The form of Raum the Hated emerges, his great stone form stands high over Memnon as the flames lick at his body to no effect and melt away to nothing. Raum swells as the flaming pit that is his mouth glows ominously.

The horrifying voice that fills the head of NecroKing is like a thousand needles in his brain as he hears, "Ahhhh, the child of Magnus? You are to be my liaison here then? " Memnon lowers to one knee as he says," My father's will be done great Da'hak. " Raum moves slowly, his great stone hooves crushing the ground with every step as he looks out over the vast landscape and says," This world is much change since last I rampaged here. While my powers here are not as great as they were in my own realm, that is of little consequence, since the gods are now so weak. "

Memnon rises and moving a step or two closer says," True, but the gods are still here in full force great Raum, even now they are influencing and crafting this world anew, your passing into this world will not be unnoticed. " Raum wicked laugh is terrifying as he says," Let them come, the reaping is at hand...... "