The Realm of Omicria was at first glance a fairly average place by the standards of the world. It was a mid-sized kingdom with several different races pledging loyalty to a single throne. Although a majority of its inhabitants were humans, large minorities of elves, dwarves, and halflings called it home as well. As with all lands, it held a number of buried secrets and legacies from its past. For now, all was peaceful, but those in the know had every reason to believe that this were merely the calm before the storm. 

On this particular day, a group of adventurers were meeting in a nondescript town close to Omicria's southern border. They had no way of knowing what was in store.