Once upon the time on the lands of Tibia there was a fierce warrior called Zisly, this warrior was more than the average man. He had shown that nothing is impossible even when the odds were against him. He had successfully defeated the demons of Ehrem's Deep, retrieved the lost treasure of king Athen as well as defeated Craban when all hope seemed to be lost. For his action and values, his name was widely known, over the land and seas. Legends and stories were often told, usually by elder population, kids idolized him and wanted to be just like him. What made him special apart from his conquests was that he had managed to master three vocations and a quite deal of skills. At that time reaching the amount of skill required to fight together with the best required a lot of patience, something a lot of people did not have. People usually turned to dark magic to require these skills, something if noticed by the king's people would result into decapitation or at some rare cases: banishment from the city. Zisly had aquired these skills without magic and was therefore a very respected by the king and the people.
One day when everything was good and peace seemed to be at place, evil rose once again. Orcs, stinking orcs had reassembled themselves in the mountains. They were no ordinary orcs though. This time with the help of dark magic, they had gotten both stronger and smarter, underestimating them now would be foolish and lethal. Their first conquest was executed on the city of Rehem, a city which just had the celebrated the yearly festives. Long after the fall of dark, when people were resting, an army of orcs knocked on the gates. Guards were quick to alarm the population before they took massive amounts arrows to the knee. The horns warning the people worked as a start signal and set off the orcs to breach through the gates.
Even though the population was awake and made known about the occurring invasion, they stood no chance. A apart from being heavily outnumbered, most population was in no shape for fighting. Hours later, the kingdom was burning to the ground together with the dead population, no one was left alive. Men, women, children and even animals were all slaughtered, no living creature was spared.
Sun was rising, the warmth of it was now heating up the room of king Athen, all of the sudden, three of his men came slammed the doors open, all of them trying to catch their breath.
- We have an urgent message from the city of Rehem, said one of the men while reaching over the letter which now was wet from sweat.
- Alright, send…, Athen got to say before he was interrupted
- I’m sorry for interrupting but it’s too late. We have received a status report from Chris the druid and he cannot sense a living being there. He also says that that it was the work of the orcs… the man says while catching his breath.
- But… they seem to be a lot stronger now and there are ten thousands of them and increasing, he adds.
- Alright, bring me Chris, Athen says.
After a long talk with Chris a plan is made: Chris and someone else will need to teleport to the base of the mountain where they keep and then infiltrate the base and kill off the guards so the army can attack them when least expected without giving them a second to react. One problem arises with the plan and that is that Chris needs an equally strong man to bring with him, which at this time does not exist. Dark magic could provide a solution but the time is not enough to take any man, the only way would be to re-voc Zisly, something which would require a sacrifice in form of another druid at least half as strong as Chris. The only druid known in these lands who fulfill the requirements is called Evil Mark, an old misunderstood who has decided to leave society and live on his own near lake Snare.
