Yanor, a land in turmoil, overrun with dark magic and bloodshed. The end of the third age of Alon was the darkest time in the history of Yanor. For years the continent had been besieged by the lords of the Ten towers of Ghoxek. The towers were the central points of power for the armies of the demon king. Spread across Yanor, the towers were tall enough to be seen from many metras away. From the tops of the towers, thin beams of strange, unsettling light pierced the heavens. Each tower was home to a vast army and a powerful general of the Demon King. Their only purpose was the subjugation of all that stood before them, and destroying anything that would defy their will.
Hope turned into despair. Man and elf, dwarf and feralkin, every sentient creature on Yanor, would either submit or be erased from history. Though the odds were insurmountable, there were those that fought back. Those that held back the demons, monsters and men corrupted by the king of demons.
For all of their efforts, the people of Yanor were being overrun by the Demon King's army. As the great war raged on, it's fire consumed kingdom after kingdom. Great heroes of the people fell. Once great armies were broken and scattered. Cities and villages lay in ruin. People could do little more than flee to wild and remote areas of the continent to escape the violence and bloodshed.
As the world around them burned, the refugees of Arza, the first kingdom that fell, marched towards the Aegis mountain. Led by Aloric, heir to the Arzan throne, the Arzan generals formed a plan. The call was sent to all of the great kingdoms of Yanor. Aloric and the remaining Arzan army were going to assault the dark horde's seat of power. The immense Black Tower, off the coast of southern Yanor, was the heart of the Demon King's army. The Black Tower dwarfed the other towers and was connected to the mainland by a massive bridge. Aloric and his people waited at the base of the Aegis mountain, a day's hard march from the bridge leading to the tower.
It wasn't long before riders from the remaining kingdoms arrived at Aloric's base camp, heralding the arrival of the armies of the remaining human kingdoms, the Elves of Rahm'Shallah, the Dwarves of Viranheim, the unified clans of Zukol, Galten and Gnoll tribes from all over Yanor, even the most reclusive tribes of beastmen sent warriors to aide the last free army of Yanor. Warriors from all over the continent were gathering at the foot of the Aegis mountain.
The end of the third age was approaching. As Aloric and the leaders of his ever growing army made their preparations, the sound of horns bellowed throughout the encampment. Lookouts spotted riders approaching from the direction of the Black Tower. The riders stopped just out of range of the encampment's archers. One of the riders produced a bow and let loose an arrow that landed several paces from the gate. The riders turned and disappeared back towards the direction of the tower.
A message was attached to the arrow. The Queen of the Black Tower laid down the terms for the final battle. She and Aloric would gather their armies without opposition from the other. Three months from then, at the dawn of Newinter, the two armies were to meet on the field of battle. Every able bodied warrior in the land now marched toward the Aegis mountain.
There are stories of battalions from the Armies of Ghoxek and the warriors of Yanor marching side by side. It wasn't only Aloric who drew warriors to him. The Black Tower drew to it the armies of the other nine towers. Each led by a powerful witch, the armies of the Platinum Spire in Viranheim, the Golden Tower of Kaloran, the Red Needle of the Howling Wood, the Azure tower of Zukol, and the five lost towers, marched to join their queen.
