Time seldom stands still when you want it to. No matter how often the dark prophets warned the inhabitants of Britannia, nobody listened. Their demise was inevitable.

There was a time in our history where many great warriors fought an evil bound by the laws and standards of Chaos. It was a war in which those of the Order of Light won many times, and indeed, lost many times more. The same outcome was also for those Order of Chaos warriors. But at this time, there was something, which was a much bigger concern to Lord British and Lord Blackthorn. A darkness was filling the land, and the hearts of the people. A darkness known by no other.

They say it was a sacrifice gone wrong. Others say it was a uniting of a female red mage (Chaos) and a noble white mage (Light), within the confines of the Alter of Blood on the Island of the Avatar. It is there that the darkness was found first. Trees began to die and livestock fell to their knees, gasping for what was their last breath of air. It began at the Alter of Blood and began to encompass the land around it. Slowly at first, with a few inches gained in a week period, but after the entire area surrounding the alter was covered, the speed of the darkness grew.

The darkness crept across the lands, covering more and more of the land of Britannia. Lord British sent out several ships with his best Knights aboard, and news never fell upon his ears. He summoned the greatest mages of light to cast a protection spell upon the dying lands of Britannia, and again, their mana ran low and their hearts turned black and died.

In the Chaos driven castle, Lord Blackthorn was just as dismayed about the happenings and the failures of Lord British. He had called upon the dark powers of the red mages and every spell they cast allowed the darkness to spread faster. There was no recourse. He had to work with Lord British until the darkness was removed from the lands. He called for the remaining red mages and five of his remaining Chaos Knights and journeyed to British's castle.

In agreement, British and Blackthorn joined the magical powers of the greatest mages of light and the remaining red mages and was able to cast a successful spell upon Britain. It was able to encompass the city as a whole and protected it from the darkness. The spell allowed those guards patrolling the streets to continue to protect it. However, the spell backfired upon those in the castle and banished them to the lost lands.

The darkness continued to cover the land and bleed into passages to the new lands. There had been rumors of an evil presence there which continues to kill for pleasure. His mynions are hidden to the eyes of the traveler, but the stench fouls the area around his castle. Blood pours through the wells and death is painted throughout the landscape. Then one night a mighty explosion leveled the City of Baldonia, a once thriving city in the North Territory. What remained was ruins of a culture rivaled only by Britain.

It has been seven decades since that night. Britain has remained a beautiful and living city, and also has Vesper, the sister city to Britain. Both remain safe havens to travelers and adventures of all kinds. But in the other towns of Britannia, things are not as fortunate. Some towns have been taken over by monsters. Others have minimal civilians, and no guards protecting them.

However, during these seven decades, things have been a bit peaceful. A new breed of mages was born, the necromancer. It was a mage of darkness. Many feared this pale child which had a quick understanding of the Arcane arts and was able to perform spells not know to any of the current red mages or the mages of light. Many times, a necromancer was abandoned by his parents, and other times, red mages with grandeurs of power took them in to mentor these lost children.

The necromancer children had nightmares of death coming to their families and their friends. The dreamt of British and Blackthorn locked in a prison in the stars. They feared the coming years. They knew he was coming.

Once again noble knights were being recruited. A new King was established in Britain, one of British's Royal Guards on a quest when they vanished. He stressed the importance of a royal army of only the most powerful of mages and the most noble of Knights. He trained young children of the arts taught to him when he was one of King British's Royal Guards.

And as the children grew, so did the dark prophecies of a man of blood which was growing strong. A Nightmare of blood and his hands brought death by light.