On a distant layer of the Abyss, a clawed hand reaches down from a throne, gesturing towards a nearby minion, the feminine voice attached to it calling out, "Our supply of flesh grows low. Open the next portal. This should be... fun."<br/><br/>On a far distant, Material Plane, the day began, much as it always does. On the continent of Adros, the largest city, capital of the human realms, was known as Tyrenea, shining jewel of the realm, a large, trade-driven city, far inland, but supported by a wide, slow-moving river that borders two sides of the city. A city that has known many tragedies in its past, from famine, to plague, to outright invasion.<br/><br/>Several hundred years prior, the city was nearly overrun by a mad lich, intent on conquering the entire region. Only the skill and bravery of an elite team of heroes managed to destroy him, once and for all, and put an end to his army. Each of the heroes was granted land and a title, as well as a prestigious manor within the city walls. Now, centuries later, their descendants; many generations removed, for the humans and halfing, only a single generation later for the elf, have come to enjoy the privileges of nobility. But not all are content to stay at home and become refined nobles; some still seek adventure. And, sometimes, adventure comes seeking them...