The Beginning

The Sanctum Solis. The Tower. The greatest work of man and elemental, and the last hope for mankind.

Once, we lived outside these walls and throughout the world.  From the clerics, we learned faith and willpower. From the sorcerers we learned how to call on the Elemental powers, to tame and harness nature. From the scientists, we learned of optics and physics and mathematics. Only with each were we able to see the doom that was coming for our planet--the meteor called Wormwood, the destroyer of Life as foretold in the ancient scrolls of Judgement. The meteor came like clockwork every 88 years, but Doctor-Saint Halewood warned us that this time...it would impact. The scientists and thaumaturges checked and cross-checked the mathematics, and in the end the estimates were dire--the world would be plunged into fire and ice. Nothing could survive the impact...

The greatest minds of every empire came and with blood and sweat and gold and elemental, we did the impossible. We carved a mountain into a great temple of man--one that would allow us to wait out the Long Cold. We created the Sanctum Solis, and when the skies burned and the waves turned to ice, we waited inside…

For two hundred years, we’ve survived. Inside these walls we have everything we need--food, water, life. For two hundred years we thought we were safe. Then the signs started...first came the Spell-blooded, the children of Anoch, children that were touched by angel or devil. Able to naturally harness the powers of sorcery, they have always been a sign that darkness is coming.

Then the Gates appeared. Boiling out of the walls like cancer, and from the gates the Legions of the Demon Kings themselves. The Clergy point out that these are signs of the end times, as foretold in the Scroll of Endings. Our most valuable commodity, hope, begins to fade…

The great Sun King Albrechti Xahua has declared the Spell-blooded to be used to fight the Nightmare Armies. We will use the people we fear to destroy the enemy at our gates. They, along with other brave souls, will save us from Apocalypse or die trying.

We are all that is left of the world. If the Archangels hear our prayers we shall be victorious and build a new one. If we fail, than we shall make sure that the Angel of Judgement never forgets our names as we carve them into his chest...