The Dark Times

In the age ago, in a time now almost forgotten, heroes of the realm were abundant, adventure, spirits and wonder blew through the skies and over its lands, as easily as the breeze in the spring afternoon.
Memory’s forgotten, the great heroes of the realms vanished, and their deeds became myth. No one can say for certain where or why they left, perhaps for greater treasures across the seas, other some say they went to fight the Gods of heavens and hells themselves.
Of course, the common people remained: the farmers, craftsman, merchants, the men and creatures of the earth. And from deep beneath the earth the Darkness saw this abandonment.
Far in the crust, the Darkness, Bool, God of Oblivion, grew and spread. It sent its minions out, gathering and pillaging, spreading forth its consuming will. It tore down, burned, and defiled the temples of the Gods that the people had forgotten. The heroes, never returned, and evil subdued the righteous. Empires were broken; Kingdoms became vassals; Lords became serfs. The Darkness crawled over the mountains, through the land, into the air, no one could escape from its tyranny.
The people, scattered and broken. The monsters and beasts had dominion of the world once again.
Do you feel it? Something strange, something I’ve not felt in a long time. It is like a wind, rustling the leaves in autumn. Something familiar…