It is said that history becomes myth as it recedes into the mists of time, and that memories grow dimmer in the slumber of peace. Thus the noble people of Alusia have languished in 300 years of peaceful slumber growing forgetful of the dark times their land once knew, headless of an ancient enemy who yet labored in silence. So it was that Golgoth the terrible god of death beheld that the world was right for an era of terror and blood. He summoned Balkoth the most evil of his sorcerers and bestowed upon him a might artifact of power. That the necromancer might better serve his master in heralding the coming days of darkness. The wings of Balkoth's wretched steed beat the air like thunder, the land shook beneath the rumor of his mustering host, the air was filled with the cries of his victims. Who can say what new perils may yet befall, as they struggle to defeat the ancient evil, to reunite the land and to become………

piece of the journal of the prophet Balthazar 1162

Alusia