A black nimbus cloud encircled the man, his robes flowing around him as he set his eye on the small village of Calsera, the man’s scarlet eyes flared as he held up his hand. Ancient Arcane words began to flow from his lips, words that the land benith had not heard in ages long before the gods left the mortal lands. This was a power not ment for those of flesh, but this was the power of Elderic, New lord of the underworld, and soon Lord of the land.

Once the dark enchantment was finished, Elderic opened his fist, before dropping a small crystal shard onto the ground, turning his back on the small village. Let the land learn of terror, let the land soon tremble as they cry the name Elderic, as they did more then a millennium ago. Let them remember, who is the true lord.

Walking down the hill, Elderic ignored the piercing cries of the creatures he now commanded. The ones who would sweep across this pitiful village.

The scene in the village was peacful with the early morning sun near its zenith for the day. The towns folk going about their daily lives, and children playing in the square. All taking a pause when the shrill cries echoed over their town.