Darkon had invaded the innocent Kingdom of ForsHall, a kindly and peaceful Kingdom to the southwest of Darkon. With terrible fury, a great invasion army of 30,000 troops, living and undead, attacked the outer regions of the Kingdom, breaking the lines of the Defenders. Men, Elves, Calibans, Dwarves, Skeletons and Zombies with both mortal and Vampiric commanders, aided by dragons, giants and ogres waded into ForsHall, in a tide of bloodshed and death.
The clashing of swords, the bursts of spells both deadly and merciless did fly from both sides. Dragons raging against the Defenders of ForsHall, sending flaming death to them, ripping them to pieces with claw and fang, shattering defenses and mobile towers with their tails.
Darkon's forces laid waste to the frontiers of ForsHall, and began to move further into the land. And it seemed that no outside aid would come to poor ForsHall, her fate was sealed.
The clashing of swords, the bursts of spells both deadly and merciless did fly from both sides. Dragons raging against the Defenders of ForsHall, sending flaming death to them, ripping them to pieces with claw and fang, shattering defenses and mobile towers with their tails.
Darkon's forces laid waste to the frontiers of ForsHall, and began to move further into the land. And it seemed that no outside aid would come to poor ForsHall, her fate was sealed.