All over the main Imperial lands the sky is being blotted out by dark arcane arts. Clouds make it seem like an eternal night over the capital and all lands with in a days travel from it. The Sea herself is tossing and turning as if a massive storm is present but no rain is falling. Thunder rolls though the light-less days and nights but lightning strikes are rare. Dawn is never coming and crops are now suffering. The endless black is sinking hearts and the Drow have invaded!
War is upon us, preparation is over. The main palace lies half in ruin and the capital city still bares the stains of red on her streets from the sudden violent engagement.
Dark elves have come, and in their wake blood and death remain.
War. War has come to the Empire.
Will it claim you?
To forget me deny's me that one true immortality. Of living on after my end in the hearts and minds of others..... To be forgotten is truly to die.
Suicide is like telling god " You cant fire me! I QUIT ! ! "