Campaign Prologue (as written by Malik)

It seems like it was only yesterday the smell of soot and ash lingered over the landscape. Where blood stained the green grass of the meadows and plains. Where children where rushed to early deaths for the sake of racial pride. It had been a year since the great war where all races nearby took up arms and marched to the field of battle, and the strangest of all that was no one knew what the causes really was. Its still a question that rings to mind. The names of the kings who had lead there troops are now treated as taboo for there actions, to speak of them comes of a price of stoning or whipping depending on the location of such a act. Most towns are still being repair due to the war. Forests are not as thick because of the chopping of trees to form pyres of wood to burn each body. The story begins inside a bustling human keep, a street of sorts where one boy speaks up to an oppressive guard. He says in a angered voice, if my father King Garreth was here you would treat these people with dignity. The guard backhands the boy, causing blood to splatter and drip from his mouth. The other two guards grab the boy, ripping his shirt from his body and the lead guard uncoils a leather whip from his belt and prepares to give the boy a few lashings for saying the boys father's name.