» Fri May 13, 2011 4:53 pm Story::
"Many many generations ago, a story was passed down from elders, telling of a terrifying sorcerer whom once roamed the land, casting a snowy apocalypse wherever his path took him. For generations, mysteries of his power baffled those who desperately tried to uncover the source of his power, but to no avail. However, generations of study did not deter one brave Sackthing, who without halt, ventured forward and vanquished the sorcerers abominations after a perilous journey. It is told, after the defeat of the sorcerers most powerful tool, he lost much of his power and fled, not to be seen. The Sackthing, who braved the sorcerer was not so lucky, and in his final moments of battle, succumbed to a poison that bled out of the sorcerers creation, leaving him to die after his triumph.
As the years passed, annual celebrations in Sackthings name were held, to give blessing to how fortunate they are the sorcerer has yet to return. They pray for the spirits well being, and their own well being, hoping for more prosperous times to continue. However, as the years passed, and the times changed, less and less people would gather and pray. With this, the Sackthings spirit lost it's capacity to stay in the mortal realm, and slowly his spirit began to decay and pull into the nether. As the Sackthings spirit eventually left the mortal realm entirely, cold winds and fogs began to flow through the lands, and a poison most vile began to creep across the rolling hills, eventually enveloping the Sackthing memorial statue.
As people began dying of illness, they began to flee with only their most cherished belongings. However they could not escape the sorcerers clutch, as it once again came upon the lands, causing death whereever it tolled. Soon, everything was covered in snow, everything was left to ruin, and the vile fog began hunting down all things living, to suffocate them in it's poison. In a last effort attempt, the last of the people began to pray for forgiveness and safety, to be protected. But, as everyone knows the gods don't answer directly, and the people, left without hope, setup a final settlement to live, until the fog makes it's way to them and their fates have been decided. Their last hope, rests in the hope their prayers will be answered, and a new era of prosperity will begin. Will the call be answered.....?"
