Paulia

An ancient world, with lost history, Paulia is filled with magical grasslands, dense forests, raging snowy mountains, tropical temples and other areas of wonder. What was once a peaceful world has been ravaged by wars, otherworldly invasions and divine conflicts; each sentient race aiming to survive either with peace, hiding in the world's crevices or dominating others. As Paulia bleeds from conflict, history is re-written, Gods die, magic fades and the future is uncertain, but also hopeful.   When heroes rise, their path is unclear. The adventurer is a common myth, rarely seen in action. Yet some do choose this path, perhaps not a myth after all. From this path, their fates fork into separate roads. Will they follow the main path or take a detour to see which direction that other path leads? The answer is unknown. Such is the way of a Paulia hero; their true motives, inner conflicts, views of other races they may deem as equal or lesser, the dark demons hiding in their corners at night. All unknown, as clear as a shrouded beach during a cold Snowfall night. Yet one thing is clear in these modern nights, on a world so bathed in its own blood.   Darkness, it rises. From the North, roars grow as loud as thunderous earthquakes; deafening cries from scared villagers pleading for silence. The dark forest holds creatures untouched by the Upper Gods, twisted with malice and demented glee. The limbs of children stolen by vampiric creatures of the night, used to hold a candle in the lair of flesh. A guttural howl is heard from the farmer's pigpen, as a beast with a hunched back and the head of a hog greedily wolfs down of frozen swine. As these threats grow, normal people are forced to take a stand and defend those that they love.   From the religious man scarred by torture, the silenced imp with a knack for writing, the small-man with a desire for knowledge, the pointy eared warrior with a desire for peace and the half-blood with an itch for the history of a forgotten world... these are the people that decide whether Paulia bask in its' darkness or reaches for the everlasting torch.