Life had once been peaceful. The various races of Nithisil, even the demons and darker denizens of the underground, lived in a tentative peace with one another. That is, until twenty-two years ago.
In just under thirty-six hours, a new enemy surfaced and put down every great ruler, crushing all resistance with an iron fist. Most of the races, distrustful now of their former allies, went into hiding. The elves disappeared to their forests, goblins and orcs to their mountain caverns, and demons to their wasteland hideaways.
In less then two days, the empires of the humans fell. This new enemy, the Shouten, wielded powers of fire and magic never seen before. News of the execution of the king spread, and any noble to deny the Shouten was publicly murdered brutally.
Most swore fealty to their new masters, and slowly the humans became a passive race. The Shouten allowed them their lives and their own rulers, with the longstanding warning that death awaited any who rebelled.
As the Shouten empire expanded, they failed to notice human resistances, and their development of ways to counter Shouten magic.
It is now twenty two years later, and a human resistance has gained momentum, their leaders locations held in absolute secrecy. Their soldiers, though still overpowered and outmatched, aren’t crushed so easily as before. And yet to the power that is the Shouten empire, these are minor annoyances.
Chronicled here is the story of a rogue outlaw, the self proclaimed legendary bard Andre Bayon and his adventures, keeping just one step ahead of the Shouten and their hounds
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