These long forgotten halls once were home to the greatest Lords the world has ever born, from within these mountains they ruled over all the known world forging an empire that came to last for a million years. However, their reign was not meant to last for with time their minds began to warp and they began to pursue dark roads that man should have left entirely untrod for humanity is an existence to fragile to deal with those things that dwell in the Great Beyond. With time the Great Lords were slowly corrupted by the sickly sweet promises of those beings and they turned against their own people, using them as human sacrifices in rituals to appease their eldritch masters and enslaving them to toil away in the accursed Bloodstone mines. Driven by a desire to end the horrendous acts of their previous beloved Lords the people rose up in arms and let their voice be heard, pleading with their former masters to see the Light and return to the benevolent rulers they had once been.
Sadly the Great Lords had long been turned by their eldritch masters, so that no word would return them to the Light and thus desperate cries of hope were met with the sword and fire. The Great Lords unleashed foul monsters conjured from their blood sacrifices upon the masses and led Dark Mages to lay down curses that caused the land to wither away, crops to die, and beasts to flee to the far corners of the world where the Light still graced the world. By the time a resistance could be forged the war was already lost and so the last Paladins and Servants came together to undertake one last desperate bid to stop their former rulers.
Under the aid of the last armies of man they laid siege to these very mountains, sacrificing tens of thousands of lives to carve a path to Hall of Nine Thrones where the last of the Servants gave their lives to seal the Great Lords within their mountains for all of time. What became of the outside after that doesn't matter for our story takes place here, in this forgotten and forsaken place where the nine Great Lords still work to achieve the goals of their Dark gods. It is here where, deep beneath the earth, exists a place once called the Divine Forge where four faint lights still shine in the heart of four vast hearths made from a silvery metal through which a faint blue light flickers constantly.
Through this empty hall a hunched, black robed figure limps as it drags a long chain, to which four corpses are tied, behind it towards the four hearths leaving a trail of bloody footprints behind it. The figure constantly mutters gibberish under his breath as he unties the corpses one by one and chucks a single one into each of the hearths. As the last one enters into the forge the figure finally speaks in a language understandable by man,
"Nine Great Lords I task you to kill, nine Great Lords must you slay to gain freedom. It is a cruel path to force you all down, but I will have my vengeance ..."
Seemingly finished with his purpose the figure collapses to the ground and bones scatter from beneath the robe as the chain clatters onto the ground ...
It seems like years pass before the silence in the hall is disturbed once more as suddenly a droning fills the air and the four lights burrow into the corpses that had been thrown beneath causing all four of the corpses to lurch up right gasping for air.
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Knight - You were once a knight of the Great Lords, loyal and ready to guard them even if your life was the price that must be given to do just that. However, you were forced to watch as the Lords minds were warped by the horrors they took as masters and when you truly realized what had happened it was too late for you to change anything. Their new monstrous servants came at you as you went about your patrol one day, wielding your sword of steel and encased in your plate armor you slew a dozen of the black furred creatures before one finally put you down. Now you awaken to this cold, lifeless hall ...
Scholar - An adviser to the Great Lords you were, heh ... how absurd does that seem now? You did not even notice as monsters from the Great Beyond twisted the minds of your masters, turning them against the very people they had sworn to serve even in death. You learned the language of ancients, studied the ways of war, and pursued the path of technological advancement all in the hope that you could aid the Lords in serving their kingdom well, but in the end all you aided in forging turned to ashes. You don't even know who killed you, all you remember is that one moment you were in the Great Library searching for a way to save your masters and then you awoke here.
Servant - Servants you were called by the masses, messengers and enforcers of the Light was what they viewed you as, but you could do nothing to save the Lords from turning to the dark ways in the end. Your end was one of the cruelest, all you remember is what seems like a lifetime of torture by red carapaced creatures with sickles for arms who took glee in cutting the flesh from your bones piece by piece. Such monsters were they that even the power you called forth from the Light did little, but dissipate as it crashed against their chitin covered bodies.
Ranger - You were the eyes and ears of the Lords out in the great expanse of their kingdom, roaming far and wide to hunt down those beasts that dared trouble the lands or bandits who took up arms against their own kin. However, even this role did not save your life for one day when you returned to the mountains to report to the Lords you were beset upon by short, stubby creatures bearing weapons made of a black and twisted wood. Your arrows felled several before one of their barbed arrows took your throat and another buried its axe into your chest.
Dark Mage - You followed the dark ways like the Lords and even survived long after many others, but after the last warriors of the Light sealed the nine Great Lords within these mountains you quickly learned that they did not have a use for you within their 'hallowed' halls. Their most loyal servants came for you in the darkness, those that once stood by your side turned against you, and the creatures that had served you for so long brought their fangs to bear. Alone you were torn apart in the darkness, alone you swore to obtain vengeance, and now you have a chance to carry it out.
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