Thousands of years ago, in a twisted dimension, on a forgotten world, there once waged the battle of Good and Evil. This is the beginning of that battle.
The city lies before you in ruins. Your family, your friends, your life, has been decimated by the cruel intentions of an evil mage named D'Sparil. This city has nnow been taken over by the myriad demons, monsters, and undead who form D'Sparil's army. With your magical staff in hand, and vengeance in mind, you step through the gates into.....The City of the Damned.
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As you head towards the heart of the city, the cry turns into a distorted howl of rage. From the corner of your eye you spot a flaming red gargoyle high in the sky, sailing above the holocaust below. It sees you and proceeds to scream in rage at your presence. You whirl around and look up into the darkened sky, where the sun no longer penetrates. You search for the gargoyle in the whirling mass of black cloud and smoke in the sky, and you find what you're looking for. A bright red comet comes streaking towards you, and you raise your staff to fire. Fire, you command the staff mentally. The staff responds by sending out a bolt of bright golden energy, the head of the staff glowing with ethereal energy.
The bolt slams into the demon, which cries out in agony. Of course, now it is angrier, and screams once more over the whistling wind and the sound of fire consuming nearby buildings.
The doors fly open - indeed, you're now standing inside of the unholy citadel. A foul stench lingers in the air and silent moans consume your head with disturbing thoughts. Voices spread in a rhythmic pattern, one right after the other, each one more haunting than the last. You firmly grasp your staff and begin walking further into the citadel.