In ancient times there was chaos The noble golden era was forged by the swords of the first titans And the breaths of dragons
It was an epoch where the magic run free over the land In wild, glimmering rivers of brilliant, powerful colors
The chaos was freedom The magic was wilderness The gods blessed the lands with all their strength and benevolent will
Creatures of the ancient times were the four holy races of the elements Guardians of the true power in all the worlds Who kept in custody the holy artefacts
The dragons, keepers of fire and metals Creators of the mighty dragonslayer, the unique sword The elves, spirits of nature and forests Creators of the emerald rod of earth The mermaids, defenders of all the waters Creators of the sapphire trident of the abyss The angels, overseers of the air Rulers in the sky, players of the holy harp of the storms
The gods gave life to all the creatures While the forest resounded with the laughter of nymphs and the hooves of unicorns The mountains became strongholds of dragons and dwarves The seas were the blue cradle of seahorses, orcs and tritons The lands saw the birth of the kingdoms of men Above all the humans some powerful minds became the first wizards Rulers of the kingdoms
They were souls deeply connected with the magic of the world Capable of touching the whispers of the gods with the point of their fingers Their kingdom were the most splendid and grew in the blessing of the light Wealthy and full of knowledge, happiness and music and dancing
But where the light shine brightest, the dark extends its most spiteful and powerful hand Among the humans in the courtyard of the castle of the wizards A little baby was born in the shadows From a witch hanged for her crimes For she had taken one of the forbidden demons as lover
From her womb, dirtied by obscene rituals, the baby was hate Incarnated and hold the name of Xatron Newly born in blood and mud, Xatron was taken to the castle Less than a slave to become the jester of the court Mocked and tortured in every possible way for the amusement of the lords Escape one night, he managed to reach, deep in a cave, the entrance to the dark realms Where he grew, trained by the demons of his father, to master the dark arts of magic
He came back from the realm of the undead Half demon, half human To seek revenge on those lowly, filthy humans who dared to abuse him The evil and mighty jester forged in dark, crystal mixed with his own blood The scepter of the undead and became invincible Furious, determined to rule over all the worlds, he enslaved orcs, goblins and undead Raising his awful, unbeatable army
He conquered and destroyed, erasing even the memory of the kingdoms Nothing remained in the lands nor in the hearts of the men
In the devastated dark chaos of that great war he used all the energy of the sacrifices To elevate his castle at the top of the world, the highest mountain, Dragonhold There, among the frozen glaciers he cast the spell which imprisoned the dragons in an eternal sleep
Ten thousand years later, the world had become a dark and lost place under his undying, cruel rule And yet, a small company formed, almost by chance, guided by fate A mage, a barbarian, an elf, a cleric and a knight
Five fingers of the god's hand, gathered by the threads of fate A prophecy sung by the seer in ancient times Entwined in the chords of the harp of the angels Predicted their arrival at the beginning of the world Yet the scroll was hidden by Xatron, afraid of the prophecy that predicted his own fatal end But the mage, who was once the best ally of the jester His right hand, indeed, was repulsed by his evil actions The mage discovered in the sacred library of the elves that prophecy and decided to betray Xatron To save the world
The scroll revealed the heroes The dragons awakened, summoned by the will of the prophecy And dispersed all over the world Fleeing from Xatron's wrath, he feared the legend of the dragonslayer And the holy artefacts The ancient weapons The only means to take him down So he tried to possess them all He won over the lord of the abyss and conquered the trident first
Thanks to the mage though, the heroes discovered the existence of the artefacts And initiated the quest to search all over the forgotten realms The mighty dragonslayer, bringer of justice, and reunite the dragons
After a long journey, and never ending battles The heroes are in the end facing Xatron Ready to win this epic battle with the help of the dragons And restore the rightful kingdoms and the holy rule of the light Lost so long ago and never forgottenTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
