Preface
Deep below the bogs of Sorrowmist vale, in a tomb long forgotten by most, lies Naracamus the Necromancer. Long ago he ruled all the lands south of the Greywall mountains and so terrible was his reign and so wicked was he that upon his death the people decided to erase his name from history. They smashed his statues and tore down his images, burned his temples and any books that bore or mentioned his name. They then began a secret project; to build a great tomb for him to trap his soul lest he rise again and terrorise the realm once more. They cut his body into six pieces and while the tomb was constructed each piece was hidden in a far corner of the realm and guarded by twelve paladins of the Order of the Valiant Heart.
For one hundred and one years the noble paladins guarded the six pieces of Naracamus and for one hundred and one years masons and craftsmen toiled in secret. When the tomb was finally finished, all the traps set and every entrance sealed, save one, each piece was sealed in a lead casket and secretly transported from the six corners of the realm to the secret location of the sepulcher. The pieces were surrounded by hexes and seals, secured with wards and spells of the highest order and every living being who knew the location of the site was sworn to silence and moved into the tomb itself, to live as guardians and protectors of the seals for the rest of their days.
After a number of years, every trace of the great work had been swallowed by the surrounding woods, the project itself faded to a rumor, then a legend, and Naracamus was gone, forgotten by the living and erased from history by the dead.
But evil can not be contained.
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