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In the Beginning...
As you travel the continents that make up the world of Mysteria, you hear bits and pieces of what others believe to be the beginning of the world. Finally finding yourself in the Continent called Cokastima, you come across a temple with many very old scrolls. A shadowed figure wearing a black silken robe approaches you and you tell him that you are trying to find out how the world came into existance. He walks to the back and brings out two scrolls that look as if they were written even before the land was forged.

You take the scrolls and head off into a quiet part of the temple to read. As you unroll the scrolls you become aware that they are not written in normal ink nor on normal parchment. It appears that the writing is that of dried blood, each stroke etched onto what appears to be of some sort of dried flesh tan in color.

"It is said that before the dawning of the World of Mysteria the gods were in a continuous battle in the heavens. Heironeous (god of Valor), teamed up with Pelor (god of the Sun), against Nerull (god of Death), and Erythnul (god of Slaughter). The other gods and goddesses watched by almost helplessly as the great forces battled it out. The battle started on a very distant planet, which was eventually destroyed, with no regard for the lives of the creatures that lived there. During one of the final battles between Erythnul and Heironeous the two ultimate powers clashed. As they lit up the heavens with a colorful array of lights a new world was created.... The World of Mysteria.

Having decided neither team of gods was strong enough to defeat the other, Boccob (god of Magic) was called forth to create life on the newly formed planet. Heironeous and Erythnul agreed to set their differences aside and to let the creatures of this new world decide who would ultimately rule over all the gods. Boccob called forth all the rest of the gods and goddesses to help him create the new life forms for this world. Every god had a say in what was to inhabit this planet and all had a specific area in which they had control.

There was no predominant race upon this new world, all the races quickly formed tribes, families, and clans. They decided which profession to follow and that usually determined which god or goddess they would worship.

Erythnul, still wanting to be the utimate god over all the rest, had an idea that he told none of the other gods/goddesses. Erythnul snuck onto this new land in mortal form, traveling throughout the land in search for the most loyal, evil wench he could find. Upon finding such a woman he quickly took her to the continent of Cokastima where he laid with her producing the oldest living "man" of our world, Lord Nechron.

Erythnul left the woman the same night he spread his seed and left her guarded by a kingdom of his loyal subjects. The woman that gave birth to Lord Nechron was ultimately killed by him on his 15th birthday. From that moment on all of Mysteria has either come to fear or worship their new Lord... Lord Nechron. Either way, whether worshipped or feared, all upon this world know that Lord Nechron can NOT be defeated without direct intervention by a Lawful God and as long as he remains in control of the lands..... evil will continue to spread like wildfire."

Another scroll is labeled "Prophecy of the Ancients". Curiousity sets in and you crack the seal and begin to read.
Long ago when the world was young, it is rumored that the council of gods secured some of their strengths into a group of mortals, one from each chosen profession (class). It is said that the gods' reasoning behind this was to allow this gifted group of mortals to guide others of their kind.

Unfortunatly the world was too young for a plan so advanced, the power of the gods corrupted some of the chosen and instead of harmony, civil war erupted. For centuries war ravaged the world of Mysteria and as nature stayed its course, the original council of the chosen died off, but their powers remained hidden in their bloodlines. Sometimes skipping generations but eventually surfacing in one whose strength of soul could carry the responsibility.

Eventually stories of the chosen faded from peoples memories and over time were dismissed as fantasy. Bood never lies, and the power is out there, the Ancients will eventually surface, and only time will tell if they bring Mysteria to glory, or ruin.

You sit there wide eyed as a deep fear creeps into your soul. The shadowed figure walks into the area you are in and reaches to scoop up the scrolls you have been reading, as he does a gruff voice is heard throughout the temple "And so your adventure begins"