The Throne of the Gods

Prolouge - Freeport

Freeport was located on the southern tip of a peninsula that stuck out into the warm Westran Sea. Three kingdoms had long fought over the port, it being the most profitable of ports on the Westran. The merchants' guild, tired of fading profits because of the constant warfare, joined forces with the mercenaries' guild and the wizards' guild. They declared the city a sovereign state, and threatened all three kingdoms with the withdrawal of their people from those kingdoms. As far as revolutions go, Freeport's was almost bloodless.

For generations Freeport prospered, it grew in power and influence. Temples from all the major pantheons filled Temple Road. Ambassadors from all the northern kingdoms came to Freeport to meet with ambassadors from the southern islands. Banking institutions set up shop in Freeport and grew rich. The ranks of Freeport's city guard were filled with retired mercenaries and supported by warmages. The city was strong and powerful.

It was a great shock to the world to find it destroyed overnight. Bodies littered the streets, some with sword and arrow wounds, others killed by forces of magic, and still others with no discernable reason for their deaths. The temples had all been desecrated, blood smeared upon all the walls. The city council had been nailed to the doors of city hall with strange symbols scrawled around them in their own blood. Nothing survived in the streets, not even a rat. Every living thing had been stripped of life. A city of thousands was simply dead.