In ancient times, in the ancient world of N’hir Vhanna, there was a prophecy written amongst the scripts of old. It states that six beings of power will save the world and smite the tyrant that lives within. Six beings that would bear the titles of Heroes, of legendary status amongst men. Six brave souls who would save the world of N’hir Vhanna and rid the evil once and for all.

"For all shall end with peace and tranquility, and the lands of N’hir Vhanna will be set free from the reigns of tyranny. And the lands will be merry, and bells shall be rung, for the great heroes have come."

Or at least, that's what should have happened...

And now, the lands of a distant world of friendship and magic harbors one that the N'hirvhannian's fear. One they called the Scourge. Will their lands suffer as did the N'hirvhannians? Will they live in fear with the desolation incarnate? One will never really know.

(Hello! Shroomkin here! I am just a travelling mushroom, here to present thee my first story! I do hope you enjoy it as I have enjoyed writing it. Have a nice day!)