Dungeons and Dragons: The Fated

Prolouge

Iro hasn't always been a land of purity. It's seen it's share of blood spill and chaos upon it's soils. The time of meat, the first war, and the hundreds of battles that followed. It began as 3 Elders awoke in a empty shell of a realm, nothingness surrounding them. The 3, tired of the blank slate after a long time, agreed to put their powers together to create the planet Iro. Upon Iro's creation, the world was too blank much like there last home, so once again, the 3 Elder beings used their powers to create landscapes to explore throughout the planet, doing so however caused a rupture, their planet's land split into 3 lands. The Elders agreed to no longer use their creative powers in fear of destroying their new home. Nearly after 5 Eons of waiting, the 3 knew nothing would come of their new home without something not controlled by them, but that would require them all to use their powers once again. After some thoughts, one of the Elders proposed an idea, to which the others agreed.
The 3 Elders soured into the sky's and began their plan, using all of their powers combined to form life, pairs of Humans, Elves, Dwarves, and many more races, along with Animals of all kinds, and providing the land with nearly endless materials throughout the 3 lands, but the power was too great as the Elders had feared, and the world started to crack, resulting in the Secondary plan. The Elders tapped into their cores, and Iro's, melding the two together, sinking the Elder's souls and powers into the world. Doing this kept the world from having Any negative effects after their last creation.. or so they all thought it would be there last. The Elders over time would continue to create creatures and things to place in Iro through the life core. The Elders watching and feeling the races of life being grateful for the lands gifts made the Elders pleased, causing more gifts to appear in the form of mythical animals appearing in the lands, more concoctions of mixed foods melding into unique fruits with seeds to create more, and prehaps their best gift yet.. magic for the races to learn and master.
As the Elders predicted, the races loved their new magical gifts from spells and scrolls, creating more things alone without the Elders, designing homes and forms of travel with such abilities. It took nearly another full Eon before magic was used incorrectly.. killing an animal. The human Apprentice mage, not wanting to be in trouble, hid the animals corpse by cooking and eating it, changing the world. "Animals are tasty" spread through the 3 lands, causing magic to be used against the creatures of the world. In a moment of curiosity, "how do we taste?" started to leave people's lips.. causing fights for survival scattered throughout. One unlucky Elven mage began attacking a dwarf with a fire spell, but his magic was weak, not even coming out, giving the dwarf ample time to conjour a blade from surrounding materials from a forbidden spell, which he then used to decapitate the elf. Thus weapons were made through the lands..
As the Elders watched in horror, one of the three tapped into a dark state of mind, thinking of a way to save the living. Monsters. He created horrific creatures and beasts that attacked the races, giving the animals a fighting chance. This lead to many horrors such as wars, plagues, segregation against races, and much more common horrors. Eventually the Elders all made an agreement, to close their eyes and not open them til Iro went still and silent. Let them fend for themselves.
Throughout the centuries Iro changed, yet stayed the same. Leaders were elected, races made peace while others made war, humans still ate meat of many kinds along with the fruits born of the Elden powers, all while battling the damnation of the monsters. The many elected kings and queens gathered and agreed to rule over the 3 separate lands, along with finally giving them names, Tirinity, Detura, and Oupious. The world never stopped.. it only grew for better or worse, and the Elders still sleep to the day. The story of our adventurers takes place almost an Eon later, in a time where peace was prosperous in the land of Tirinity. Woods and forests were rich of food and animal life, mountains and seas overflowed with bountiful prizes for those daring, and the people throughout the lands loved the quietness of having no fear. Time is a beautiful mistress, and sometimes she can turn cruel.. it started as a plague, a mist, one of which Tirinity has already faces and passed through, which stirred the pot, but the worse followed the darkness plague in the form of a large shadow with wings and hellfire. One of the King's of Tirinity, King Harold Ord, not wanting the monster to reach his kingdom, began a draft through the lands. The other King's and Queen's of nearby kingdoms all sent as much reinforcements as they could, and the soldiers traveled through the land grabbing whomever was able bodied til there was enough for battle against the beast.
This lead to a large battlefield, or more accurately, a large empty grassy flatland, set with traps and military set ups. The calm before the storm, and the storm was approaching rapidly. The field went cold and silent and Drelocke, "The Plague Bringer" Dragon, landed on the field and massacred the field. Through the bloodshed, The king and a handful of others survived, but the numbers were small. Soldiers attacked the beast, but their weapons disintegrated upon contact. Nothing could hurt it. It took less then 3 minutes for the battle to start, then end. Drelocke let a roar seer the sky, warning all those that could hear it that it is there, it is real, and it will show up in front of them one day, before souring away from the battlefield.
An hour post battle, a old man in a brown cloak treched through the bodies of the hundreds of thousands of people and looked around the horrid site. "Awaken thee promised Fallen, and Allow the world to Prosper the Risen for the future!" The old man shouted at the top of his lungs. The world shifted at the chant and three of the dead among the many awoke. The three people stood in panic and looked at their surroundings, words not able to be let out. The old man beckoned the three and they approached with silent caution. "Fear not, you are safe. Drelocke is gone." The old man spoke in a soft tone to the three, "You three have been chosen by fate, no, destiny, to be the ones to defeat Drelocke, and bring back the peace of Iro. No matter how you go about from this point forward, you three are sealed in fate. Travel to Amoura, and find Tari, she will explain further.". The old man walked away from the group and faded into the wind as he walked. The three looked at each other, but no words could come out, so they all made hand gestures to loot what the could and reconnect in a while. Half an hour passed and the three met back up at their original meet spot, all with some new gear since most of their original stuff was destroyed or lost.
The Half-Elf Man stepped forward and coughed, clearing his throat, his voice still weak, recovering from death, "I'm Almorith.". Almorith was dressed and trained in the art of hunting as a ranger, but had the posture of a nobleman. His chestnut brown hair reached his shoulders, and his eyes were a deep green, with golden flecks in his right eye alone.
The next to step forward was the Dragonborn lady bard with ashen hair and completely golden eyes, "I'm Aurora Lynn."
The last of the three was the lady Tiefling, who stood shorter then the other two, while she stood 5,6, the others stood 5'9. Her red hair flowed in the wind and settled at the halfway point on her back once the wind settled, "I am Esmeralda.". Her pink eyes searched the other two, clearly not 100% trusting in the old man's words.
"The nearest place IS Amoura, so want to all travel together?" Aurora questioned the two. Almorith and Esmeralda nodded and the three adventures set off on the path.