For the better part of 4 decades the Continents of Loradia have wared over territories, wealth, love and power. However, in the last few years, something dark has appeared in the northern ilse of the Draconian Principalities. A relic, more like a pillar of eminating blackness, appeared out of nowhere. The Dragonborn, lords of the north, chosen of bahamut, were slowly being corrupted, and in a few short years the once peaceful isles became that of nightmares. The pillar poured deeds of evil into the dragons and dragonborns minds and soon war broke out across the land. Humans, dwarves, elves, and all other intellegent creatures alike both good and evil wanted the pillar and its secrets. The long era known as the shade wars began and this is what it looked like.
This is where he, Rokyn Vistrum, steps in.
High Knight to the Human king of Kelmore, he was an experienced warrior and a shinning soul in the face of the darkness that rose from the north. Cladded with metals and honors, madens and daughters alike drempt of his hand in marrage in the early days of the war. Years of fightning passed on and millions died. Alliances were created between evil and good as they both feared the darkness within that relic. Durring the winter months of of the 13th year of the Shade War, Rokyn found himself leading an army north to the pillar to end its influence and end the war. Master warriors and Mages alike fell quickly, and finding himself on his knees in a pool of blood, Rokyn, begged, for the first time in his life, he begged for pardon. That is when his eyes glazzed over, and the doom tides came. His soul now belonged to the pillar, and with his skill and knowledge of the opposing side the darkness led him to slaughter more and more at the pillars will.
One hundred years of war passed as the world and its inhabitents were plunged into darkness. However where the pillar came from was beyond any magi's or priests comprehension and soon the gods got inviolved. The truth behind the pillar was during the early ages of the gods, a god of true evil was locked away by both good and evil gods for fear of total enihalation. This Pillar was just a warning, a threat of what things might come to be. As the fear reached the heavens, Bahamut himself soone ended these wars. By decimating his own people the dragonborn and dragons soon became nearly extinct leaving only small bands or dragons about the world. This is where Rokyn found himself begging for mercy.
As pentance, a punishment, Rokyns soul was flung from his body to one of the fallen dragonborn, his mind a haze of what went on. Born anew, Rokyn found himself atoning for his actions forever stuck as one of the monsters he once controlled without knowing such. Centuries passed and soon the wars became lore and the world as it always has and always will, kept spinning and today, Rokyn finds himself as a scavanger finding relics and oddities from the old world selling them as he goes or taking on missions to find certain items.
Meanwhile, as the world turns on, a darkness is brewing in the ruins of the draconian kingdoms of the north, a darkness not scene for 300 years, a darkness thought to have been locked away.