Remonolith

Have you ever wondered how the Immorull came to be? They were normal once. Taken by dark powers; twisted and mutilated, into a terrible form of life. They were pure once. They were their own people with their own ambitions and choices; saviours to their race, common civilians' in the streets, corrupted by power until all their minds knew was greed. Until all they knew was violence and destruction.

And that is what they did. They destroyed.

The once peaceful lands of Remonolith were torn apart by war, and in a matter of years, left the world a decaying husk of what it once was. Once safe lands became tainted with cruel power and swarmed with horrible beasts that held no remorse. That was 2,000 years ago. Little has changed. The lands have recovered but much like most things in Remonolith, scars remain. They can be seen in the way civilisations have rebuilt; with additional, to near overwhelming, amounts of protection -from high walls to extra guards. The way civilians' talk in hushed voices about "The Great Collapse" and never leave the safety of their towns or cities for fear of the tale once again becoming true. Nature that was once beautiful and soft; now dark and dangerous. Distrust became common amongst people, outsiders and travellers often avoided or treated with little warmth. Even more so for the Immorullkeer, a branch race of the Immorull that live anywhere where darkness falls. Whether it be within the cities or under them, or even in the wilds. Only those brave enough ever leave to explore the world beyond the safe zones. And most who do...never return.