Concept: Almost 100,000 years ago a magical scientist in the far north, named Beliar, learned how to open portals to a nether realm known as limbo. Unfortunately, when he did, a flood of demons came through, killing him and his entire team. The details of the portal are unknown. The army of Ravenor succeeded in closing the gate, but now the portals are being opened again. The king of Ravenor has put out a call for heroes to go north and close the portals and stop the one who is reopening the gates.
Meanwhile, out in the open fields, Max. A red fox wearing a green hoodie and camouflage jeans walked by with his family's sword and gun sheathed and holstered. Although Max had heard rumors of danger lurking around recently, he was not yet aware that someone needed some heroes to help settle the problem. However, coincidentally Max was already going North to stop by a nearby village and pick up some information about the problems going on.
Zenn sat atop a building, communing with the celestials. He felt a strong presence, a dire need of urgency, and the all too familiar sense of mass death. He flew down to the small town below to investigate, hiding his wings as he walked through the streets, hoping to mask his presence from whatever he was feeling.
Bethany sat at a bar, drinking her usual mead. She had heard the rumors, everyone had. But this was not her problem, so she sat, and drank, waiting for her next brawl.
While there were several in the town who could deal with the demons, few knew of the Demons approaching from the north. This was the first most knew of it, when the great stained-glass pane in the church burst outwards, and came crashing down into the main square. Then the demons came, great winged monstrosities, with burning red eyes and two large horns on their head. Screams erupted from the square, as terrified people ran from the demons.
A boy, who had been wandering the Earth, happened to come across a town that was far North, and had guessed it would be a nice place to rest and gain his bearings. His name was Kyle, Kyle Alexanderson. He walked into the town, hoping to get some rest and maybe something to eat, but when he had heard the screams, he knew he would most likely not be getting those. Kyle smirked, and had decided this would be a good time to try and fight these new enemies, sensing that they were strong and wouldn't be easy to kill. The challenge made him even more excited.
As Max proceeded to walk, he eventually heard the distant sound of glass cracking followed with screams. As he walked his way forward, he noticed a distant village not far from him clearly being the source. Pulling out his sword, he ran down as fast as he could to stop the danger.
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After giving up o her dreams of being a simple demon in her Kingdom, Rosa said goodbye to her brother, Cillian, King of Twilince to head North, Unknowing what she would find there.
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