| rops fail. The rain comes.
Thunder and lightning echo around the valleys. A great wailing and gnashing of teeth
begins a devilish cataclysm. Demons appear and execute allthose who cannot pledge their
allegiance. Peace and prosperousness are trampled by the hoofed foot of hell. Inky black
clouds cover the gray horizon. Darkness and despair start to swallow the people's hope.
In a twist of strange fate, two warriors rise up from the masses and strike a blow against
the hordes.
They are both united
in fate, revenge, destiny and set about their task as vehemently as the Dark Lord himself.
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