🕹️ The Kingdom of Syree

THE LORE OF SYREE Once upon a time long, long ago there was a kingdom in the land of Sheol called Syree. For many years this kingdom stood, blessed by benevolent rulers. The people were happy and carefree; the land seemed to flow with milk and honey. Then, one dark day, a terrible war raged across the kingdom. The knights of Syree fought valiantly, and the people from the noble to commoner rallied behind their king. But alas, they were no match for the vile Rancit and his henchmen, and Syree fell. Evil times then befell the kingdom. The neighboring lands could offer no help. Rancit's hand was oppressive and choked the people; their spirit had been beaten out of them. Even the soil and beasts of the land relied under the rule of Rancit, refusing to yield their fruit. The hope of the people seemed lost. Many moons passed, and the time came when the people could remember no other king than Rancit. The proud, royal lineage of Emara had been forgotten but not completely. Deep in the darkest forest of Syree, a prophet of the ancient kings called forth the powers and made a startling announcement: Emara lives! A great search began, but the people were careful not to let Rancit discover their desperate quest. But Rancit had ears everywhere, and he set out to discover who then new king was and destroy him so the people would have no leader. But Rancit failed, and the new king, who was but a child, deposed him with the thrust of Rancit's own sword. Telbor was crowned King of Syree, and the people celebrated their release from the yoke of Rancit's reign. Thirty years passed, and the damage done to the kingdom had been healed. The people were happy again, and their king ruled over them with kindness and a hand clothed in velvet. Suddenly, though, when the last of Rancit's harm had been done away with, a terrible sound emanated from the hills. War drums! Fear swept across the kingdom, for the people remembered the reign of Rancit, and Syree stood ready. But no attack came. Only the drums persisted. And they grew louder with each passing day. Then the skies began to darken. Those who practiced the magic arts began to feel an oppressive air hanging over the kingdom. Then the monsters came. They roamed the lands searching for helpless travelers to attack. Now countryside travel was a risk. The people began to stay within their respective towns and villages. The court wise men soon discovered that the evil was not the work of some warmonger seeking to overthrow the kingdom, but rather the work of a powerful, malevolent wizard. The approaching storm marked his growing power. Secretly, this wizard worked his evil magic, growing in power every day. What his intentions were were obvious: the conquest of Syree. But who he was was still a mystery. And the King knew that as timed passed, soon the wizard would be too powerful to defeat. A call went out across the realm for the Great Heroes of the Kingdom. Many answered their king, but none had ever returned from The Kingdom of Syree their quest. Soon, no on else came to offer his services to King Syree. The people knew that to do so would bring an uncertain, but definite end. The skies grow darker. Evil now runs openly. Who will find this wizard and put an end to his terrible evil. Who is able to?