Gasa Vitoli, the last safehaven before entering the peaks of
Desolation, where evil reigned supreme. A land of cruelty, despair, and
abominations that could turn the vilest man�s stomach sour. A land
inhabited by demons of fire, whose breath could singe flesh, and by beasts
of rock, whose hearts where as cold as the stone that was their flesh.
Good had once flourished here, but the springs which fed it had long since
drained away, the soil which gave it strength had been corrupted and
spoiled. The very stones of the walls had been stained by despair and
torment. And night, a night of unrelenting inescapable darkness, was a
never-ending curse. A night so terrifying that even the moon seemed to
cower, never daring to show its face over the horizon.
An eerie silence hung in the air like a thick fog as four dark figures
crept towards the blackened outer walls of the once magnificent city.
While they seemed to be quite mismatched, they where all very similar,
as they where all playing pieces in a great tale. A tale of love,
and hate, truth, and evil. A tale that began before time itself, and
has yet to find its end...