Poised with Doom and Destruction, powered by the will of dominate evil it holds within it, this hidious beast and essance rampages viciously throughout the terrified lands that were once know to be peaceful.  So they were until this day of mourning and sorrow.  Hellish minions and demonic fiends poured like lava from this collosal pit of death.  The bravest could only stop and watch as every mortal soul slowly fell to this mighty force of unatural cause. 

          Then came I.  Born into the decaying world, destined to take from this beast his almighty, omnisiant, godly power.  And so I was protected, mind, body and soul.  Lives were sacrificed to extend mine. 

          Us mortals knew not how to fight or defend against this reign of terror.  Only by pure force of mind did we slow it's process of killing all living souls.  The Magick set down before me and all those of my generation was all we had.  Magick had been lost for what seemed as an eternaity, but the ones who held on still live on today.  My mother and father were one of the few that held onto it for that time: 300 years they lived searching for the answers.  Not finding any they turned to the Oracle of The Ulhen Dhu.  It was then they were told they were to have a son who would bring the downfall of the Chaotic Soul of Terror, as the people called him. 

           The Chaotic Soul of Terror was the sorce of all evil in that day.  For after the demonic holy wars had ceased 200 years before, barely any evil was left.  But the Darkness that remainded, grew, it grew slowly but more powerfully than ever.  All by itself it fed off of hatred and vengance for the banishers of his soul, hence known as The Crusaders of Theos Su Patres.  The Crusaders have died off by unknown means over the long years.  We lost many lives in the quest to perge this land of evil.  But many believe that it was worth the sacrafice and pain.  But they were wrong.  And now, the Darkness returns...