Game of gods and kings

In the far away continent of kalinor, a place far too far to be recorded on any known map, the thousand years war between the kingdoms of Mercia and Fridonia came to an abrupt standstill when king Raymond draklyn of Mercia was poisoned to death.This has made the once powerful kingdom to crumble apart as every one of his seven children and countless other clever and ambitious lords, ladies and neighbors are now staking their claims to his empty throne through alliances, betrayals, assassinations and war. However unknown to the warring parties while they are focused on devouring each other, a great and powerful evil that is long forgotten by the people and relegated to myth has decided that the time is right to take advantage of the chaos and lay certain claims of its own. In order to prevent this and end the situation in general, the great goddess of order Diana is forced to play her trump card.... by summoning a select group of players from earth. Now it is entirely up to the clueless and inexperienced young men and women to curb the ambition of greedy powerful men, end a thousand years old war that shows no signs of relenting and battle the ferocious creatures from hell itself while trying not to die in a world where everything and everyone is actively trying to kill them. Good luck EXCREPT In a dim launch chamber lined with inactive VR pods, Rena Stormfort stands in a sleek black immersion suit with copper neural bands at her temples, while Adrian Stormfort, severe in his long gray coat and gloves, watches the Kalinor startup sigils flicker across a glass console. The room still hums with the promise of adventure, but Rena’s clenched jaw says that promise has already curdled into something far darker. Rena Stormfort: " You know I spent seventeen hundred dollars just to buy my way into this game which was supposed to give me peace of mind. How is it that I wake up trapped between rival gods, corpse-archers that kill from thirty miles away, and a thousand years old demon chewing through half of my soul?" Adrian Stormfort: "Stop talking like a customer who wants a refund and start thinking like a survivor, Rena." Rena Stormfort: " Survival? I bought a game, Adrian, not a death sentence." Adrian Stormfort: "Kalinor does not care what you bought; it only cares whether you are strong enough to endure what it is." Rena slams her palm against the console, making the map of Kalinor flare from the western hills to the northern mines. Adrian does not flinch; he steps closer and deactivates the emergency disconnect with a deliberate turn of a brass key. The console projects a fractured crown over the map as claimant banners ignite one by one, and the chamber’s light paints Rena’s face in war-colors while Adrian’s stern expression never softens beneath his silver-streaked hair. The truth settles between them: the dead king’s crisis was never just game lore, but a seal keeping older evils asleep. Rena Stormfort: "So the throne war is a distraction, and while humans, dwarves, elves, and dragons tear each other apart, something ancient is waiting for the kingdom to bleed open." Adrian Stormfort: "Not waiting—waking. Our souls were marked for a reason Rena. I believe Diana chose us to stand where she has failed." Rena Stormfort: "She could have told us that before we were drowning in this shit." Adrian face quickly stiffened Adrian Stormfort: "You wanted the truth; here it is—if you cannot master the gods, the demon, and the war, then Kalinor will bury you and call it justice. This world gives no quarter to weaklings my dear and if you cannot survive, then Die and get out of the way of those who can." Rena steadies her breathing, then reaches past Adrian and reactivates the world gate herself, her confident stare hardening into resolve. Adrian gives the smallest nod, accepting her choice as the portal opens and pulls them both back toward Kalinor.