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Prologue: "Against the Dying of the Light"

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The hope in the world - for the world - is all but gone.  The bastion against the Darkness, the Lightbringers, were strong.  And we who stood beside them on the side of the Light were sure we had time... time to prepare... time to forge our armies against the forces of the Darkness.
But the enemy is resourceful, more so than we ever imagined.  A way through our defenses was found, and in a single night, they slaughtered the Lightbringers, striking an all-but-fatal blow into the heart of the Light.
Those of us who remember that night and the chaos that followed remember the desperate attempts to fight back, to rally the armies.  But to what end?  With the Lightbringers gone, there were none who could stand before the might of the Darkness.  The slaughter was terrible.
Yet hope refuses to die.  We held out, fighting seemingly endless battles with nothing in our hearts but the belief that the Light would not let the world come to such an end.
And when all seemed lost, from the prison pits of the Tower of Sorrows, rumors began to surface, rumors barely whispered for fear that what they brought to the hearts of those who heard them was too fragile to bear the full sound of a voice: rumors that a precious few of the Lightbringers had escaped.
The enemy, confident in their power and strength, did not rush to consolidate their spoils... and those of us who would continue the fight slipped away.  We reformed alliances, found new allies, and those of us with the will and ability branched out to fight the enemy where we could, and to find proof that this new hope that was dawning within us, that we were clinging to so desperately, was real.
And so it was that a Darro, an Elf and a Man, Gray Warriors all, found themselves unexpectedly thrust into the heart of the fight; guardians of the last of the Lightbringers.