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Hey wats up guys? I wanna get involved again so i was wonderin if someone could give me the gist of whats going on right now and who are the main characters, or at least a reference to where i can read about it.

I wanna join up where i left of. The whole family thing didnt really work out, i am sent back to this world, apparantly my time here isnt over and i should go back to help old and new friends.

It will be good to finally get away from God though, man he never shuts up! I think i heard the Adam and Eve story 8 times a week or something

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Edwin surveyed the battlefield.

The war that had started over six years ago with the release of Motherdark was finally over. A conflict had enveloped nations and sundered the land gave rise to an even greater threat in the form of a power unsealable: Dean, the once valiant summoner that had helped seal the Forsaken, and his warped weapon of the gods, the Ice Mace. The Royal Order of Supreme Magi had forged these weapons to counter the powers of the Forsaken Ones long ago, yet now they faced this power as its chosen guardian fell prey to his own power and descended into depravity. Dean was amassing an infernal army of great size and ferocity, a great and terrible threat to all who valued life. Yet, the Magi had been stripped of their own magic by Dean, left powerless in the face of mounting odds. They would have to rely on the descendants of the war wizards in the south, tribes their own ancestors had marked as barbarians and exiled to the plains below, to quell the threat of one of their own. An ironic fate, yet one the commanders of the opposing Order and Chaos armies were willing to bear. These men, Lyon and Mordikai, were to join forces and lead their armies against Dean in a final struggle for the fate of the lands.

At least, this was how it was meant to be. As the armies met to reconcile their differences so they could fight side by side in the coming battle against Dean, both Mordikai and Lyon suddenly disappeared without a trace. This was both a shock and great mystery to the two armies, as their two generals had vanished on the eve of the direst battle either of them had ever known, leaving the faltering armies in a tumultuous balance between camaraderie and hostility. The two armies’ lieutenants, Artemus and Edwin, quickly seized the reigns and held both armies in check, but their superiors’ sudden disappearance spread dissent throughout the ranks and even established a hint of doubt in the back of their own minds as well. Surely Mordikai and Lyon were not abdicators, yet it seemed suspicious that the only command each man left to his officer consisted of two words—unite them—while leaving no hint at where they had gone. The task of defeating Dean had fallen into Artemus and Edwin’s care.

Little did these men know that the army they now faced had suddenly found themselves without a commander as well, with no replacement nearly as competent to lead the legions of demons. Strangely enough, Sendon, the necromancer that had been hunting Dean, vanished as well, gone to whatever great mystery had removed the trio of commanders.

Without Dean, the infernal army had soon found itself imploding violently as the now purposeless throngs began to vie for control. When at last Edwin and Artemus reached the demon encampment, all that rose to greet them was smoke from the scorched earth. It was a gruesome sight indeed. The two generals glanced uncertainly at one another, wondering whether their goal had truly been accomplished for them. An answer soon arrived in the form of battle cries and fevered clashes on the horizon. Judging it wisest to strike the remnants of the demonic horde while they continued to battle amongst themselves, Edwin and Artemus signaled the charge and led their armies headlong into the fray.

Even as the armies of Order and Chaos approached, the embattled demons found it difficult to untangle from their present conflicts and unite to fight off the threat plummeting down the hillside. Only after hundreds had fallen were they able to reconcile their differences and turn on their assailants. Archers from both sides fired volley after volley into the opposite ranks, and the clamor of battle spread further and further from the focal point of first contact. The strategy for Edwin and Artemus was to divide and conquer, while the demons simply battled to endure. What had once been a heart-wrenchingly lopsided battle slowly began to turn in the humans’ favor. Before long, only the most rugged of the demonic ranks remained, most of whom had been candidates for the commander position before their fighting had been interrupted by more fighting. One by one they fell, before only one lone figure remained, unwilling to fight any longer. He said his name was Hans.

Ash and dust cloaked the battleground in a veil of silent homage to the fallen. It stung the rogue general’s eyes, but this was no time to rest. Their goal accomplished, all that remained was to pick up the pieces and restore the land to peace, or at least some such semblance. The armies of Order and Chaos would again be enemies on the morrow, yet conflict would dwindle to uneasy tension as the armies struggled to rebuild. Edwin hoped that, in this time, all the plainspeople would realize that they have more in common than they had realized and reconcile the territorial bickering that had for too long defined this reason. Yet, to do this, they would need strong hands to guide them, hands that had brought them together before. Rebuilding this land was not Edwin’s charge. Where had Lyon and Mordikai gone?

For now, all he could do was hope that those two would soon return and that Dean was gone for good. He could also find solace in a new possibility: that new heroes would arise to help this land whenever it faced peril. Only time would provide the answers he sought, and here would he wait.

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Feedback is much welcomed.

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