Welcome to the New Age ( Plot Begins)

It was the beginning of summer, the flowers blooming quite
nicely, the wind was carrying quite a scent from other plant life among the surrounding
land. The world was quite happy and content but the shadows had other plans.
The wasteland was one that no one would venture in for many reasons. A real
reason was because the fear of the unknown and the fear of the possible evil
that lurks there. Yet, what people did not understand that evil lurked behind
every mirror, behind every reflection, behind the reality of their lives. It
was a kind of evil that was learning about their enemy and all of their weaknesses;
it was an enemy that watched them since the beginning of the first civilization
of mankind. Humans have been the true focus of their plans but at the same time
the hate and anger was now moved to the Demons as well. This also included Half
Breeds.

The wind carried a vague scent of death and hate. The wind
would curl around every tree or object in the wasteland but at the same time
the flow of energy seemed to be fluctuating all over the world. Anyone
connected to such energy of the world would easily pick it up. A sense of dread
as the emotions of evil began to spill out upon the land and drowning any kind
of good that was left in the wasteland. In the deep nether regions of the
wasteland a door could be found that is made of some kind of metal that is not
known to the world.

This door had crude symbols of magic and dark creations of
matter. This door carried a kind of blackness to it and a sense of rage.
Though, this door also carried a tunnel to another world. The door did open but
slowly and with a groan of the metal as it resisted against the momentum of the
door. What came out of this door was the new kind of evil that this world would
fear. Evil had made its choice in such a matter to end the world of peace and
love. This evil had been watching for too long and now it acted accordingly. It
seemed like an endless line of undead, mixed within such a column of the undead
soldiers were vampires. They were dressed with an ebony kind of armor that was
lined with Gold.

These undead soldiers came in all sizes. They ranged from
five foot to six foot. They carried cruel looking steel blades and they were
foaming at the mouth to taste mortal flesh. These Vampires had begun barking
orders to the minions they commanded as the large group of undead soldiers
began top break in columns. They would soon split apart and break in different
directions to each human settlement.

 

Soon after the hordes of undead had passed by before the
door vanished, one more man walked through this door. As the door swung closed
with great haste and this man in a blue armored outfit stood in front of the
door. His white hair dirtied from many years of war and combat and his look on
his face would show that he had seen much in his lifetime. His armor was made
from the ancients of Bolas and his power in magic rivaled them. His stature was
one of pride and confidence as he stood tall. He turned to glance at the door
as it began to phase away.

He knelt down as he felt the ground he stood on. He was
tracing the path of the undead and figured that their numbers where quite
large. He stood up and threw the rest of the dirt that lay in his hand to the
ground. He began walking towards the West as the largest number that broke from
the ranks went in that direction.

It is hunting season for this man.