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Message: <blockquote data-quote="grymn" data-source="post: 4335042" data-attributes="member: 18354">Prelude - The Day the Empire DiedPrelude: The Day the Empire DiedI do not speak of this lightly. Shorin-Kai was my beloved home for many centuries. It was a pillar of righteousness and honor.     There were rumours that spoke of the primordial evil of the Dark Soul...the Daemondarke. They said that its return was nigh and that the darkness was set to envelope all of the world of Daerth. The immortals, myself included, were too busy seeking redemption for the sins of our kind in past ages, that we commited our own sin in the current one. We let the darkness catch the empire unprepaired.    The invasion was quick, well-organized, and deadly. Many people, both immortal and mortal alike, perished within minutes. The Covenant of Shorin-Kai, a group of nearly 50,000 immortals, stood like an iron wall against the tides of the darkness. It was a futile stand, we all knew it, but it bought the survivors enough time to clamor aboard the airships of the Shorin-Kai Navy. These ships then set out immediatly for the west and to safety across the vast ocean.    We thought that the land of the gods in west would be a safe haven for us all. I had once walked it, myself. It was paradise in the time before the war. Those of us immortals who lived in Shorin-Kai had chose to leave our homeland because we did not wish to join the dragons in their war against the gods. There were few of us who left our homes. We were branded as cowards by our brothers because we would rise against the gods with them. We founded Shorin-Kai in the west, away from the influence of the dragons and our misguided brethern.    After seeing the immortal homeland once again...I was heart-broken. The world was trully dead. The beauty of the western realms was shattered into a fine sand that choked all of the memories I had of that wonderful place. When my companions first set foot on the sands of the western continent, I could see their hearts sink as well. I told them that we would find our destiny in these sands. I like to think that we actually have.    The tales I am about to tell you are of Shorin-Kai's fall. I often think of those brave immortals who sacrificed themselves to save the survivors. We may never know what has befallen them, however, for these tales are not of them. These tales are about a group of reluctant heroes aboard one of the ships that set sail from the shores of Shorin-Kai all those years ago. I had the honor of travelling with these expeptional mortals. This is their story.</blockquote>

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