[h1]Year 800 - Feb 11th - Mid Afternoon[/h1]

[indent][i][h3]The skies were especially dreary, but not enough to cause alarm. Children played in the streets, while adults toiled away to earn a living. Beggars searched for food; elites planned their parties. At the end of the day, families would rest their eyes and drunks would leave the pub. It would be just another day. Nothing special was going to happen. Or so the ignorant people believed...

Little did anyone know, just beyond the horizon, a storm of epic proportions was approaching uncharacteristically fast. It was destroying entire towns in mere hours. Survivors were being left in shambles, staring at years of hard work, gone in mere instants, lives changed forever. 

Our tale begins in a special village. Yes they would recount the destruction of the the horrible storm. But among these recollections are stories unique only to this particular village. For never in history had all ten of the "Legendary Rings of Power" been conveniently gathered in one place. Stories spoke of witches, demons, angels, and more. We now believe that these stories were actually first hand accounts of those that saw a "Ring of Power" at work. 

But lets not get too ahead of ourselves. The leading men and women of our tale did not hear of this storm right away. Like all other villages before them, there would be no time for warning. When the storm would hit, everything would be thrown to chaos. Until then, it was business as usual. 
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