And from the deep dark bowels of the abysmal dungeon a voice loud and filled with fetid anger rang out across the worlds above... "Leave my lands scum of the earth or feel the wrath of my glory upon your world" the words seemed to vibrate through all the forests and valleys of the earth and land solid at the doors of the defenders homes. Words were frozen on stunned lips as those words were heard. Shattered windows lay silent upon cold floors. Frightened glances scanned the rooms at others looking back. Men and women alike would gather swords, spears and other weapons of the warriors trade as silent glances of love and fear landed on those they planned to defend. Not a word spoken, not a word was returned all seemed drained of life yet alive with hope. The gathering had begun. Warriors, tamers, mages all gathered around the main gates to each of the kingdoms of the upper worlds as emmissaries went out to look for those scattered through out the lands with a message of the doom that had been heard. Armies rallied and stood in waited for that which would regrettably unfold. The Evil of the lands spring forth from the abyss and crawls silently forward unseen, with each step taken by this abysmal horror only death was left in it's place. A lingering stench would be left behind as it slowly and calculating moved slowly toward it's goal. What was it's goal one might ask, what could have angered the demons of the abyss so much that they would leave the darkness to seek out the intruders. No one knew as yet and perhaps no one would ever know until it was far too late. The assemblies of the upper worlds stood in wait, each one deep in thought of what had bought this peril upon them. Not one word was spoken of it. Silence was deafening as they stood guard at the kingdom's gates. The fear in everyones eyes was plain to see and as each looked upon the other faces would turn away, once in a while a tear of pain escaped. No it was not fear for themselves that lay upon those eyes but fear for their world and those they loved. Deep in the dungeon of the abyss one magnificent figure stood alone looking out over his domain. The talons on the tip of his feet sharpened by smooth stone took hold of his perch.His slimmering wings spread wide glimmered in the darkness as he took flight. Piercing eyes surveyed his lands as he traveled from place to place. He seemed to be searching as the the sound of his passing was heard by all below. What did this magestic being seek? Anger rumbled deep with in the beast, the anger of years helped captive within his soul. The anger filled his heart as he looked upon his lands so barren of life. He had roared those words unthinking, he had felt the fear in man's hearts as his voice had traveled it's path in the upper world. His eyes seemed to dim slightly as he now thought over his decree and seeked a way to undo the harm he had done. He shook off anyfeelings of regret and screetched so loud that the sound rumbled trough the ground below as well as that above. The meaning of his call was heard by the Evil upon the lands. Simply statedit was meant for it to return. The Evil that had invaded the world above slowly retreated unseen, seeping back into the abyss. The feeling of dread in thoseabove however..remained. The armies of the lands above seemed to take a slow breath of relief but remained guarded. All would wonder why the threat had come and even more wonder why it had retreated so silently. For now, it was gone, one day perhaps it would return. The reasons behindthe intrusion remained unknown to all except one. The Styngin Dragon Stood silent below looking out over his lands a look of sadness in his glowing red eyes. Was there a hint of jealousy in those eyes? Could it be that the dragon wanted more to come to his lands? Or did he seek to escape his underworld prison by any means possible? Perhaps in time the world would discover the thoughts of the manificent beast that ruled the underworld. Until then adventures into the abyss would travel to and fro always weary of the dangers that would befall them on their journeys.