The peace is fractured. The gods are silent. The long banished are returning.
For an age, the peoples of Centurix have been led to peace by the Unknown, made up of representatives from all over the world. The sudden and ambitious expansion of the Unknown has complicated the political landscape, as more and more elvish and dwarven land has been surrendered to the humans. War seems inevitable, though the Council scrambles night and day to ensure this does not come to pass. A war like the last would see the end of all life of Centurix, surely.
To make matters worse, there's whispers of monsters once again roaming the remote countrysides, after two centuries of being sequestered to another realm. This troubling rumor begs a question, one with a potentially chilling answer: if the boundary between worlds has been broken, what else might come through? If the worse shall come to pass, will the gods once again come to the aid of the peoples?
Or has Centurix truly been abandoned?
