A black nimbus cloud encircled the man, his robes flowing around him as he set his eye on the small village of Calsera, the manâ€™s scarlet eyes flared as he held up his hand. Ancient Arcane words began to flow from his lips, words that the land benith had not heard in ages long before the gods left the mortal lands. This was a power not ment for those of flesh, but this was the power of Elderic, New lord of the underworld, and soon Lord of the land.<br/><br/>Once the dark enchantment was finished, Elderic opened his fist, before dropping a small crystal shard onto the ground, before turning his back on the small village. Let the land learn of terror, let the land soon tremble as they cry the name Elderic, as they did more then a millennium ago. Let them remember, who is the true lord.<br/><br/>Walking down the hill, Elderic ignored the piercing cries of the creatures he now commanded. The ones who would sweep across this pitiful village.<br/><br/>~<br/><br/>Standing up,  wiping his gloved hand across his sweating brow. Jackson  stabbed his pitchfork into the ground as he leaned against it for a moment surverying his his land. He was proud of his land. It might not be much, and grizzly work, but it was an honest work. One that a man could go to bed at night and feel good that heâ€™d done his work right.<br/><br/>Looking back across his land, to see the faint forms of his house, Jackson smiled warmly at the thought of his loving wife, and his soon to be child. Yes, he enjoyed his life, it was a good life.<br/><br/>Finally turning his head back to his work, Jackson took up his pitchfork once more, though only to hear someone shouting and turning to see his farm hand, Davison, running toward him, followed by a creature with skin as black as midnight, itâ€™s teeth razor sharp and claws. It was a tall langly creature, though so skinny its ribs were clearly seen as he ran on all four legs. Watching the thing horrified,  Jackson quickly took up his pitchfork, and ran for the man.<br/><br/>Though before he could reach the man, the monster had leapt forward in a great bound, before tackling Davison and began ripping at him visiously. Crying out in a rage at the sight, Jackson thrust his pitchfork hard when he reached the man, stabbing the creature right through the throat and forcing it off the farm hand. Throwing his pitchfork forward to throw the thing off, Jackson quickly knelt down to  look at the man, turning him over to see him in pain. â€œDavison, what happened!â€  He asked as he shook the man, seeing his eyes slowly closing.<br/><br/>His eyes fluttering open just weakly, Jackson could see the life fading from the manâ€™s eyes. â€œRun Jackson, the monsters, a hoardâ€¦. â€ was the manâ€™s last words before the light faded from his eyes. Still looking down, Jackson just let out a deep breath, before closing the manâ€™s  eyes and quickly jumping up, running forward and grabbing his pitchfork. He had to get to his family.<br/><br/>~<br/><br/>Unknown to Jackson, his farm wasnâ€™t the only one under attack by the Ghouls.  The main village was already being overrun with them as well, as well were the other surrounding land.