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“Twyle was a land of peace and commerce. Fertile plains and magnificent mountains dominated the landscape. All of the common races of the world competed agaisnt each other, but in trade, not war. Even the orcs of once plain-roaming tribes have settled down in the far reaches of the world, promising to keep their war-like ways to themselves in exchange for good trade. Time went by in this manner until a powerful sorceress grew tired of the monotony of peace. In an attempt to challenge worthy opponents and sow chaos throughout the land, the demoness opened a cataclysmic portal to unleash chaos and darkness personified into the world. All that was left in the wake of the ritual was a great chasm with a pitch black vortex in it’s center from which swirled out a pure dark energy that floated through the air accompanied by many sinister creatures never seen before on this once pristine world. The citizens of the land immediately sent their best fighting force agianst the sorceress, who the people soon named Vesper, but were easily defeated. The few survivors of the assault returned back to the capital and stronghold of the common races, Crepusculum, relating gruesome tales of fanged monsters and dark creatures with piercing red eyes. Now is the time for great heroes to rise up to the challenge of the sorceress and push back the ever increasing… Eventide." These are the tales told by the elders…

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Twyle Martel