As all good things slowly turned to rot, either by fate or design, so did the golden era too begin to fray.
Perhaps it was inherent to evil as if it were as natural to them as is breathing, or perhaps it was their only goal in life; hell's demons and their foul lord began to slowly inch their way to smear the golden era. Maybe they wanted to start their own, twisted and rotten version of a golden era, whatever it was they wanted or needed, it all started with wisps of corruption in the weakest populace of them.. the fiercely devout and flawed humans. Despite them not being gifted great powers of magic and resistance to evils' corrupt might,there were times they held their footing, where their weakness caused them to stumble and falter..yet with equal measure of resilience, stand up to evil.Weaker people were the first to hear voices, a subtle but imposing voice..feeding them promises that their greatest desires would be realized. Slowly these voices started to seep into the heads of stronger people.. slowly but surely eroding the peace between them and driving wedges into the cracks..
A man travelled from the far lands, the edge of where civilization had reached, just at the cusp of both the divine and the corrupt. Such people were the first line of defence against the corrupt which yielded great warriors who had the strength to resist some of the most powerful attacks known to man. This man bore markings that expressed his status as being someone of respect, perhaps a leader and his garb clearly telling that he was a priest.. a great priest. His face wrinkled of age and fear, pale as a high elf's hair and eyes empty as those of the dead. it was clear he saw horrors difficult to explain or understand as a layman, but to Zyros it was clear..tides are beginning to shift. Perhaps it is about time he meets his match.. perhaps a war that would be a fight to the death.. perhaps him losing his Queen or son; or so did his thoughts lie to him.
Unbeknownst to the priest, by his hand a monumental change is about to occur.. one that demands blood, be it of zyros or the one that supposedly could be his match.