In ages long buried beneath ash and ruin, there was once a kingdom known as Targalor. Its banners have long since fallen, its name erased and replaced by whispers of dread. What remains after The Great Unmaking is now called The Execrated Lands. A realm consumed by decay, war, and the silent spread of an unseen corruption.
At the center of this unraveling stands Alric, once king, now something far removed from life. His soul, bound by a curse that denies both death and peace, slowly withers under the influence of Gorth, a dark god whose presence seeps into the world through suffering, conquest, and despair. No blade can strike him, no prayer can reach him. Only his will endures, shaping the fate of all beneath it.
After defeating Alric in combat in the final battle that determined the fate of the world, the curse itself was cast by Eakhrion, known across the lands as The One True Wraith. A figure both feared and revered, he stands as one of the Eleven Black Nobles. Tyrants who serve Gorth, orchestrating wars and devastation as offerings to their god. These figures are known as the Lords of the Fallen, and through them, the world is slowly brought to its knees.
Desperate to resist the inevitable, Alric sought out the last known wielder of true arcane power, the Spellcaster. A relic of a forgotten age, he was taken as a child and forged through suffering into a master of all branches of magic. Long ago, he escaped his captors, slaughtering them and vanishing from the world.
He was eventually found, hidden deep within the Black Mountains of Evil, an endless, jagged range that cuts across the horizon like a wound in the earth. There, at their highest and most treacherous point, lies Twin Peaks, the tallest and most unforgiving summits of the entire mountain belt. It was within this desolate sanctuary that the Spellcaster remained, removed from the world… until Alric found him.
Through a forbidden ritual, the Spellcaster managed to halt the progression of the curse, but not to break it. The act came at a cost. Alric’s body was irrevocably altered: his flesh turned pale gold, stripped of all warmth and humanity. From that moment on, he would be known as The Palegold Menace.
Together, they began a journey into the heart of darkness, seeking Eakhrion. Not for vengeance alone, but for the faint hope of release.
But the world would not wait.
As the influence of the Black Nobles spreads, hope itself begins to falter. The final beacon of resistance, Fyrenox, Warden of the Last Dawn Light, a dragon of ancient origin, is captured, broken, and ultimately slain by the forces of Eakhrion. With his fall, an age ends, and the last light fades from the world.
Yet beyond the realm of men and gods alike, something endures.
The Eternal Flaming Tower drifts in silent orbit above the world, untouched by allegiance or desire. Neither benevolent nor malevolent, it exists only to maintain balance. And when that balance is shattered, it does not hesitate.
From its eternal flames, a new being is born. A future guardian, suspended in time, awaiting the moment it will be needed.
Far below, the Execrated Lands continue to rot.
And the name of Gorth is whispered still.