The town of Seacrest was peaceful as far as peaceful towns go. It was a
city nestled near the coast and on the edge of Woodglenn's forest, in
northeastern Desolathya. The forest was named after the town's hero, Albert
Woodglenn. Albert, in his shinning silver armour, would come to the aide of
any honest battle that he felt that he could help.
Defending the weak and helpless was his idea of duty and honor; and the
local town and outlying areas agreed. In recognition of his great exploits,
they re-named the forest after him. A neighboring magical community, known as
the Havish, seeking to reward Albert for his bravery, imbued his armour with a
spell that would keep him safe from attack. While Albert wore his armour, he
would not be harmed. All went well for years. No one attempted to come against
Seacrest for their champion was an always present force to be contended with.
One day, that all seemed to change. A feeling of dread started to overtake
the city. The sun seemed to not burn as bright in the sky. The plants weren't
as green as they should be. No one could explain it, but everyone felt it,
including Albert. The problem was, that feelings aren't something one could
take arms to. One can't face off in battle and take victory over emotions.
This continued for months when it finally happened. Mercenaries were hired to
kill Albert while he slept. When they finally completed their task, they split
the armour amongst them, not knowing that if only one of them had taken it,
that he would be invulnerable. The death of Albert Woodglenn was just what
Shadowfang needed.
Shadowfang was an evil tyrant bent on dominating all before him. He was
wanting a city near the coast to set up his headquarters. He would be able to
bring in his army from every corner of the map. He used the Brigade, an elite
squad of 5 demons with Kaoness as commander, to terrorize the town and capture
those who opposed him. Those that refused to obey were executed. It did not
take long after Albert's death for the Brigade to take control of Seacrest and
hand it over to Shadowfang. He set up his command at Albert's castle that was
located north of town and built a barracks for his army, a prison, and forced
the people of Seacrest to work for him.
As time went on, a darkness settled over Seacrest. Day seemed like dusk and
the evenings were like if someone had blindfolded you. Nothing was right
anymore, and the forest felt it too. The once proud stand of trees and plants
that harbored many types of animals had become desolate and plain. The bright
colors that once filled scenes of beauty, had now turned to a dingy, dusty
wasteland. It was from lack of sunlight for certain, bit it seemed to be
something more. It was as if it were mourning the loss of a great champion. It
became known as, the Broken Forest.

On behalf of Vrain/Briano the descended,

-- Lord Tarken Aurelius, the Sage