The Sanctum Sword

Variam

Cael went to the tavern that night to celebrate. Walking in he marveled at the beautiful sunset. As he sat down with his peers he noticed that he was separating from them. He needed to get out of here.
Cael sat alone at a small, 2 person table on the corner. He ordered a wheat beer and some fresh boar. As He was waiting on his food someone walked over to him and sat down.
"My name is Variam," the huge man explained "I came from the Capitol, Orialm, in search of a hero. Who could match the Oracles worlds."
"Nice to meat you Variam, I'm Cael, I however think you have the wrong person, I am no hero. Yet."
"You have a light around you Cael, I can feel it. It is a tangible lightness felt from all around" Variam told,"but sadly I also feel something more, I can't put my finger on it but it's not good-"
Just then a large boom interrupted him, and everyone sprang to their feet. The smell that Cael overlooked was real, and stronger then ever, before the smoke overtook it. People all around them scrambled to dawn their armor and arm themselves.
Cael ran outside with his sword of light. The air reeked of smoke and death. Of famine and blood. The sunset was no longer beautiful, but instead seemed to bleed red rays out of its overwhelming body, like bloody rats falling from a griffin nest.
Variam grabbed Cael and they fled the village, while his whole life burned. Houses were reduced to ash, demons ravaged anything sacred, and goblins killed any who didn't turn to shades. Shades are the corrupted souls of humans, sworn to serve the darkness. The more light they contain, the larger there shadow.
As Cael watched this horrifying turn of events, he realized what he had to do. Cael needed to face the darkness. He needed to save Falterome from the darkness that lurks inside everything, and the spear point of it all, the dead gods.