once upon a time is upon us, and no mother's kiss is going to stop it (Plot)
Once, Setharos prospered. The four races -- Humans, Vampires, Lycans and Therianthropes -- thrived, trading and coexisting with one another, each given a kingdom in which to rule, a place of safety which to call home and harbour against the harsh environment of the land that they had settled so long before. To the south, were the humans, to the east, the Vampires found themselves a home, to the west, the Lycans, and the inhospital north, the proud Therianthropes found their niche. Little, it seemed, could disrupt the great peace that spread across Setharos.
But tensions simmered beneath the surface, growing as the generations passed and as a spark strikes tinder, these tensions grew into fires with the appearance of Morgath.
Magic -- it was always mistrusted, no matter the kingdom, though never outlawed. In later days, after the Reaping, they would say that they allowed the witches too much freedom, too much liberty to explore the unnatural arts that witches had a birthright to. Morgath, the greatest and most wicked of the witches, evil to his bones, lusted for power, to rule the four kingdoms as the High King, lord and master from coast to coast, all the four races underneath his ruling hand. His quest for power led him deep into the darkest sides of magic, and madness came upon him swiftly as he delved into the darkest and deepest laws of magic. But when he returned to Setharos, hordes of the most evil of witches under his command, he had obtained all that he had wanted; the power to conquer and the power to rule. There they spread to the four kingdoms, and beginning with the weak, human South, began what would be called the Reaping; a bloody and terrible war on each of the four kingdoms, aiming to conquer, destroy, and obliterate the four ruling houses before they could rally themselves against him. Only under the light of the full moon in the west, where the Lycans stood firm against the Witch hordes, did the Reaping come to an end.
The kingdoms spent many years trying to rebuild and regain what was lost in the devastation that Morgath and his armies cost them. They were down in numbers, in monarchs, and their lands were burned and salted and destroyed. All four kingdoms worked diligently for years to regain the power and beauty they had before Morgath's evil rained down upon them.
But now is the time to reclaim what has been lost. For those who have lost in wake of the Reaping, their time is at hand. Never have the kingdoms been more divided. In the South, men war with each other, seek to undermine one another, to gain power, while the Church warns of trusting the other kingdoms. In the west, the age old rivalry between the Therianthropes and Lycans continues, while the new rivalry, between east and west, grows stronger as the two rivals -- Vampires and Lycans -- cross swords and fangs at the borderlines. And in the north, where the proud Therianthropes rule, those born of humans or born without power are treated as slaves to the powerful and ancient race. The witches, and any of those unaligned to their own kind, have scented weakness and banded together, finding Morgath's remains and reviving him, readying themselves in secret to take back what has been stolen from them, no matter the cost. And the cost shall be high; Morgath has sworn a great and terrible revenge against all those who oppose.
It has been four years since his devout followers revived Morgath; four years since the rumours first started to circulate the realm that they were once again in danger from the most powerful mad man the world had ever seen. If the Four Kingdoms of Setharos have any hope of reclaiming the prosperity and harmony found so long ago, they must put aside their hatreds and feuds with one another and band together together, four races, and any witch willing to show themselves, to prevent Setharos from becoming Morgath's garden of bones.
