The Twelve Wizard Trials

Prologue

In the beginning Dynasties of Men. Humans had begun to understand the prinicples and skills of Magic. Soon, all of its forms were mastered and taught. In the City of Magic, the City of Karn, magic was at it's peak. Mana thrived in the city, flowing through every individual.

In Karn, stood the Citadel, a place of teaching of the Greater and Lesser Magics, and a place of research into its origins. And it was also a place of dark secrets.

There were some within the Citadel whose purposes were not of a quest for knowledge but power. These Sorcerers delved deep into the Darker Magics, trying to uncover the secret to summoning creatures from the depths of the Nether Realm. A place only mentioned in children's tales and stories.

And when there are some, One always takes things too far. One Sorcerer known as Enoch, felt that he was fated to summon one of the Greater Demons, one that would burn Karn to ashes. And from those ashes, he would rise, and rebuild in his own image.

On that fateful night, known as the The Great Terror, the Greater Demon Malorath was finally summoned onto our world, leaving death, terror, and an inferno of hellfire in its wake. Enoch's bind on the Demon was slipping, and he knew at any moment it would tear. But his ambition, impaired his judgment

"This world will be mine! And mine ALONE!",his cry reached through the streets of the city.

But as soon as it started, Enoch's plan came crumbling down as his Hold on Malorath was broken.

When the Contract between the summoner and the creature is broken, the demon is then returned to the Nether.

As the portal finally closed, there was a quiet hum, and the air was singed with sulfur and burned with brimstone. The cries of the wounded and the distraught rang throughout the city.

But only one voice, was no longer heard, for Enoch, was gone. Never to be seen again.