It was a day like any other. My people, a nomadic tribe, travelling in a caravan from village to village, looking to sell all the goods that we had gathered this past season. We made this journey two to three times a year. This was one to remember.
Through our travels, we’ve encountered bandits and thieves alike. I recall as a child, the group of circus entertainers that we ran into. What an interesting bunch they were….. Minotaur’s who juggled baby Sators. What was that all about? Anyhow, I digress! This one evening, we crossed paths with a man who, to me, seemed a bit off. Rambling nonsense as we approached him. The elders of my tribe, always cautious of who we cross, felt sorry for the man. They offered to give him food and a place to rest and food for the night.
That evening, like any other, was a fun night of drinking and dancing. We settled the night near an area we normally cross to gather some fresh horses for the road ahead. There were those of us, who were more interested in learning of the man and his store. We often sat around a campfire and told stories of our adventures, new and old. This night we listened. The man, some of what he spoke, was ramblings. What made sense, what was somewhat imaginative was stories of what he called “The Grey Halls”.
The Grey Halls, he said. A realm parallel to our own is as much linked to our realm as the ether world is. He went on to describe it as a realm of great mysterious power. How one who possess such power would control Nave.
And so it was, that with just a blink of an eye, he waved his arms and a flash of light over took us. As I came too, the man stood over us speaking in a tongue unfamiliar to me. As fast as he spoke, those words, came forth the portals. They came, the horror…
They were Demonic in nature! These Daemons, they spawned through the gate in the dozens. My people, sacrificed to these horrific creatures. The screams….. The maddening cries….
This man was mad. A mage had learned a school of magic that was unheard off… Power driven to control Nave, he opened a gate used by these creatures to travel thru other realms, and he let them through!
Word of this transgression spread, the Emperors eyes and ears are everywhere. Quickly, word got to the Emperor. And with no delay, he had his best men knowledgeable in the arts of the arcane; delve into the books of old.
What they learned was of an old school of magic believed to have been lost. It is used to access the Grey Halls, a dimension used by Daemons to travel to other realms. The emperor seeing the dangers that lay ahead, called upon his people.
“Go now, my people”, he said. Seek out any knowledge that may help in controlling these gates. Collect any relics that may help bring forth additional knowledge of the lost magic. Anything you bring to the Tindremic Empire will bring much deserved reward!
But beware! My scouts have reported that the Khurites have also been made aware of the portals and the power it can possess in their hands. They may also offer a reward for the knowledge.