Anvil of Honor Windows game

For Millennia the Elves have lived...

Yondalyr, the city of light, has been their home, and the one bastion of defense against the realm of Leviathan. For the Elves alone have the power to face, and defeat, the fury of the demons. Leviathan is that fury... rage incarnate is his form. Age after age the Elves have fought back the ravenous hordes, blocking every attempt at invasion. After all, it is their calling. It is their purpose.

In an age long since forgotten, Leviathan was bound beneath the world, and so cannot leave his realm, nor enter that of man. Sending forth the spawn of hell against the world, he has tried in vain to punish the world for his incarceration. Again and again the Elves have saved the world from destruction, and in their shadow the races of the world have prospered. Well, perhaps that is not quite so.. you see many have suffered so that others may prosper..

This age has seen a great division grow between the races of the world, and many wars have broken out over land and resource alike. It is a time of chaos across the land, and amid this chaos, came hell...

It happened so suddenly that few can scarcely recall the order of events, and fewer still it seems, even dare to believe it to be reality. Reality... we've known it for so long and yet... do we? When ones world is changed over night, one begins to question his own existence. Never was it imagined, forbid the odds that one might even dream of it! Yet one morning, a moment was seared into the minds of mortality forever.

Mt. Savage, who's snow crowned peak stood mightily above all others, can be seen from any region of the northern continent of Zor. The crown of the North it is called, and yet, in a moment, it became our destruction. It seems so hard to imagine now, for the snow crowned peak is black as pitch, and fire and smoke belch unending from its jagged brow..

Many remember little else of that morning, when the ground began to shake and Mt. Savage exploded into the sky. Fire rained down on all of Zor, but fire my friend can be put out. It is no understatement to say that Hell fell down upon the world that day, for from the mountain came not only fire, but demons of every sort. They swept across the land in a wave of destruction so swift that even the Elves were caught unawares. Indeed, before the danger was realized, the Walls of Yondalyr were overcome and in the ensuing chaos, the Elves were overwhelmed. Those who escaped, fled into exile, while those who did not, suffered a fate worse than death. Those who could not escape became corrupted. Cinder we call them. Fearsome to behold, and one should hope that fortune never allows such an encounter. It seems their very souls are charred, marked forever by the horrors of that day.

It has been years since that morning, and yet it is burned into memory as vivid as if it were yesterday. The races forgot their struggles with each other in a frantic struggle to save themselves. Each has managed to hold a little ground on the coasts, but for how long? There is rumor that those of the Elves which escaped are returning to assist the remaining forces in a desperate attempt to survive, and drive back the demonic tide into the crater which spewed them forth.

A desperate call has gone out to all who would fight. This is a time for Heroes. This age is an anvil, upon which the greatest of all races will forge themselves. Will you answer the call? Will your life be one of vengeance or of greed? Regardless, your honor is on the line. And upon this anvil, your honor will be determined.

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