The Battle for Macendia

The Battle for Macendia -- Prologue

The city was in shambles. Over the course of two days one life form brought chaos and destruction to this city, bringing the city to its knees. It litterally, with the power of one finger, crushed all opposing forces and force all buildings to come tumbling to the ground in a heap of rubble. The few healers left after the siege were sifting through the rubble, praying for some survivors and praying also that not all hope was lost for those survivors. Traversing over some rubble, sometimes wading knee-deep in blood, a man stumbled and tripped over what used to be a temple for the gods. One of the healers shuffling through the rocks and mud happened to glance up and notice the man fall to the ground. Running as fast as the boulders and remains would allow, the healer went to the man's side and lifted his head from the ground. The man, near death and barely breathing was uttering something when the healer got to him. With his final raspy and horse breath he mutters, "Beware... More... To... Come," and there, amongst the smoke and dust, the man fell limp in the healer's arms. There, for nevermore, to breath again within the city of Macendia.