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Everyone has a history, sometimes it's dark and sad, sometimes it's happy. Whatever your story, this is where it unravels. This is where we find out your family, your lovers and wives, your children and friends and the enemies that haunt your dreams. All these things will go here, safe and sound. Recorded in our books for another generation to read.

A kind old woman who lives in the forest is know as the Story Keeper. Warriors from all over come to her to keep track of all their tales and she has never forgotten a single one. She keeps them all written down and safe until they are ready to return to their masters. This way, the holder of the tale isn't searching the world over to remember where he left his story.

Sometimes, in our quest to rid the world of darkness we see things. Things that can never be forgotten and that haunt our minds to the bitter end. It is said that writing ones feels help ease the pain, the tension and sorrow it doesn't get rid of it, of course, but it helps. This is where you put them, your thoughts, memories and feelings. You write them down in your journal and it is there they will stay.

This was once a great place of beauty, but now it is nothing more than a twisted rotting piece of land that none dare cross. For deep in this poisonous bog lie the Naiad. This creature was once viewed as a God and the villagers would give it offerings but as time passed and the Old Gods were forgotten the Naiad became twisted like the land around it and waited patiently for those to wander into it's path were it would meet a watery end. The only way to know where the Naiad lay is by the bubbles that float to the top of the water and the ripples that follow. One must be patient before crossing, or else be dragged under to your doom. But the Naiad is not the only danger here, Goblins also call this place home. They live in tents beside the bog, and wait for unsuspecting travelers to fall into their traps.

As the twisted gnarled remains of the Dead Bog come to an end, you can see what remains of an enchanted place. Fairies dance high in the tree's above you, forest life is blooming and alive, nothing like the swamp you just escaped from. You almost feel a sense of peace wandering in the lush green forest area. If you be friend, the path will open to you which will bring you to Pan's Temple, a mighty hold deep within the confines of an ancient tree. It is here that you will see the Old God that protects the Fae. If you are worthy he will pass great knowledge to you. Knowledge that may held in the defeat of the Dark Lords.

There is a sense of peace here, peace that has long since been forgotten. In this place where life grows and the Old Gods have power, this place is a place of healing. This is where all the Fae reside. Fae of great power. There are tree's here that can tell you the story of when the Earth was made. Rivers that sing songs and lull you to sleep. Anyone who is lucky enough to find this place, you will know peace.

One of the many villages that lie on the outskirts of the Lycan territory. The villagers that remain here are thin and frail, Lycan's crawl over their poorly constructed gate and feast on the flesh of the ever dwindling villagers. Their homes are broken and in disrepair. There is no hope here, no salvation, only the hallow shell of what use to be a prosperous village.

There once stood a mighty kingdom, the envy of the world. It was here that many wizards created the mighty titans. Colossal stone guardians that protected the city from it's enemy. For years the city was at peace, it was here that you could find the knowledge of the Old Gods, spells of great and powerful magic. But soon, Cornell, the Lycan Lord, wanted the city for himself and so he waged war upon it. The citizens had no weapons, other than that Titans. Many fled the non-stop battle, other's were determined to stay. For they had faith in their stone guardians. But, their faith was misplaced for soon, the Lycan's over took the city, destroying the titans and burning the city to the ground. The streets ran red with the blood of it's citizens until there was no one left. Now the city is in ruins, Lycans and trolls are it's only occupants now.

Three towers stand in the middle of the city, three glorious towers that are the only structure that withstood the onslaught of the Lycan's attack. It is here in these towers that the Lycan's sleep, eat, and breed. Their leader Cornell resides in the tallest of the three towers. Where the man he once was ascended into heaven and he was born. It is his sanctuary, his inner sanctum, none may tread there without his permission or else forfeit his head and his life.

No one has used this path in a long time, yet the path remains ever clear as if it had been used just yesterday. There are foot prints here, massive paws bigger than that if a Lycan. Whatever travels this path is large, and fast. It would be wise to stay off the path but if for some reason you find yourself on it. Make haste, for whatever travels this one proud hunting path...will be hunting you.

Before you stands a massive white stone wall, thick wooden doors tower several feet above your head and give you a since of safety. It is through these gates that you will enter the Central Kingdom. Home to his majesty King Nathaniel De Lioncort. He offers sanctuary to all humans in this our most solemn hour. Everyday refugee's from the outer villages come to these gates for safety for a since of comfort. If only to look upon these gates and to forget, even for a moment, of the monsters that lurk outside their white walls.

Once you pass the massive gate you enter the poor district where most of the citizens of the Central Kingdom lives. The Brothels, the Bars, the Mercenary Guild, all of these things sit in the darkest corners of the Lower City. This is also where the low lives wander, where unsuspecting innocent blood runs into the streets. Where, if you are not careful, you may end up on the wrong end of a thieves blade. Lower City is not for the upper class. It is not a place for the weak minded or the feeble hearted. It is a cruel place, even in this sanctuary for mortals.

Jobs are very difficult to come by since the reign of the Lords of Shadow. So many humans have formed a band of mercenaries and go out of the safety of the Central Kingdom to dispose of the creatures the Brotherhood of Light refuse to waist their time on, for a price of course. These are the men and woman you want to hire to get a job done quickly and effectively. However, there is no honor among thieves and mercenaries, trust them of your own free will.

Here in the middle of the city, lies the Market Place. As soon as the sun rises in the East the shops are open for business. They range from foods and fabrics to jewels and weapons. Each shop holds a different item and all are bustling with business. Most of the merchant class live in the Market District. They aren't rich enough to live in the upper levels but not so poor to live in the Lower City. Instead the normally live in the floor above their shops. It's not much but it is home, they have food in their stomach and a fire in the hearth. The Market Place is under almost constant watch of the guards. Be careful should your hands act on their own, you might end up losing it in the end.

All of Central Kingdom's nobility live in the Upper District. It is a place of great beautiful with large homes and beautiful gardens. A massive stone fountain depicting three angels looking down upon the citizens of Central Kingdom stands in the middle of the Upper Districts Square. It gives everyone a sense of safety staring into those carved eyes of the angels. The Prima Donna Theatre and the Black Rose Tavern also occupy the Upper District. This area, like the Market District, is heavily guarded by patrolling guards. At the end of the Upper District lies the gate to the Kings Castle.

In a nut shell, it's a fancy whore house for the nobleman of Central Kingdom to get away from their wives or their troubles. The Black Rose tavern has the best food, the best ale and the best company within the Kingdom. It's open 24 hours and is always bustling with music, wine, and song. Simon, a large brute of man with a long scraggly beard and fists the size of clubs, owns the tavern and keeps it well under control. His wife, Sophitia is a small woman that barely comes to his waist but she keeps him in line better than any guard in town. She keeps track of the girls in the tavern, you hurt her girls, she breaks your boys.

Here you will find grand entertainment ranging from dramatic opera's to traveling circus's. The Prima Donna theatre is your escape from reality. Everything sparkles and shines, the music is inviting and the atmosphere is relaxing. Only the best actors and performers are rewarded in showing at this theatre. It also costs a pretty penny to get in as wel.

Once you make it pass the large iron gates of the Upper District you see the grand castle of King Nathanial De Lioncort. He is a wise and just king who offers sanctuary to any who seek it in his kingdom. The castle is massive with a grand tower in the center. The courtyard holds flowers of all kinds and a large fountain in the middle. It is a grand structure that has stood in the middle of Central Kingdom for as long as anyone could remember. It has survived this this long, it will withstand this war as well.

Wygol Village is one of the few village left within the Vampire's territory that still remains standing. There are a large number of humans that remain, every few months a few go missing never to return. The at the top of the hill is the old Abbey. The villagers once sought sanctuary there for protection from the vampires. The Abbot Dorin has found a power that can hold back the vampires but he refuses to share it with the villagers and keeps the relic to himself. This is a place of death and despair. There is no hope here.

This was once a place of holy learning and peace but now is nothing more than a decaying death trap. The Abbot Dornin has set dangerous traps for anyone who tries to enter and claim the relic that keeps him safe. No one has entered its decaying halls in many years and anyone who has, has met a bloody end. Not only is the Abbey dangerous, but the graveyard leading to it as well. Here, instead of the comforting stone statues that mark the place of our loved one, ghouls climb from the very pits of hell themselves and feast on the flesh of the dead. Anyone wishing to reach that Abbey must fist make it pass the cemetery.

Before one makes it to the Castle of the Vampires they must first venture into the Maze Garden. Once a beautiful, and people traveled from all over just to walk in it's paths. But now, from years of neglect and the influence of the vampires it has grown dangerous and twisted. No flowers bloom in this place any longer, only the twisted rotting roots of what once was remains. Some say the garden is now cursed, and changes it's shape as people wander into it. It is a death trap for the weak and fool hearty. Mandragora, the fully grown form of the witches ingredient Mandrake root, sprout from the ground and steal the life force of those foolish enough to get lost in this maze. Giant Spiders also inhabit the garden silently stalking it's pray until they become lost and confused. Beware this place, once you step in, there is no going back.

This castle once belonged to Victor Frankenstein, the creator of the beast that met it's end when the villagers of Wygol set the Windmill on the fire with the creature inside. Carmilla, both in her vampiric form and human, despised Frankenstein for his mad science and his attempt to play God and swore that she would make him suffer for his pride. So, when the Vampire Queen was born she took over Frankenstein's Castle and made it her own. The Vampire Queen took Frankenstein but kept him alive, so she could feed on him daily for centuries to come, keeping him at the brink of death yet living and aware. He is still alive to this day hoping, praying for death that will never come. The Castle is large and covered in ice and snow, the windows are boarded and covered in thick curtains to keep the sun from entering. The halls are constantly patrolled by vampire underlings. No one has entered this place of death in centuries, at least none that have survived.

Here lie the shattered remains of the once powerful titans, all are now broken and lifeless. How these colossal stone beings ended up here, no one really knows. They lie in a pool of poisonous water, only by walking along the uplifted remains of the Titan's can one pass safely through this place. Many come here to loot the jewels from the Titan's corpses, others to sell their souls to Death himself. It is not a place for the weak, for creatures of evil live here. They feed on the flesh of the living and steal their souls. Beware all those who travel this place.

Home of the deadly Necromancers. Here is where the Necromancers live and hone their abilities over the dead. Trained by Death himself, this is a place of pain and torture. Reapers, zombies, and other terrible creatures lurk in the shadows waiting for next victim to fall in their grasp.

Many who see this tower of red stone and chain, never live to tell of it's horrors. Dilapidated and crumbling, the tower is home to Death himself. It is here that he watches over the living, planning his evil schemes and harvesting the souls of the living. He also observes his "Allies" the Lycan King and the Vampire Queen from his tower, watching as their uneasy alliance wears thin day by day. The tower is a torture chamber for those captured by death. Pray that God be on your side, for if you are caught here, death will not be kind.

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