Deep in the mountains, far from everyone and everything was a castle, Shirestone keep, the lord of the castle was a good and just man, his fairness in his dealings were the pride of his people. After many years of peaceful rule the people and races of his land grew to love their lord, his kind generous way's helping them to live in harmony with each other and prosperity was high. One day a dark stranger came into the lands, his dark countenance and bedraggled appearance lending credibility to his stories and tales of war and horror. Stories of unimaginable horrors and demons spreading across the lands spreading destruction and horror, killing anything that stood in their way. Panic and worry began to spread around the region people believing the tales of death and destruction, defeat and death flew like wildfire, people began to hide behind closed doors, whispering and with each telling the stories became more horrible. After a time the lord of Shirestone Keep came to hear of this stranger who was spreading stories and rumours amongst his people, so he summoned him so that he could hear of the misfortunes that were befalling the lands. After the stranger had visited the lord lots of strange things began to happen. The lord locked himself in his keep, rejecting all request's from his people to see him, taxes were raised to insufferable highs, the people struggling to pay them and support their families at the same time. Son's and fathers were pressed into service of the lords protection, most of them never being seen or herd from again. Things began to fall apart in the region, separate races began to reinstate their old loyalties and blood feuds against each other, the Humans hated everyone who wasn't a human, the Elves began to regain their skills with healing and their weapon lore. The Drow's were a strange race that hadn't been seen much in years in the region due to spending all their time in their dark tunnels began to arrive in the town, something in the tunnels was scaring them out into the day light, but when questioned they refused to say what was happening. The Gnomes, once a peaceful race began to develop their killing skills, practicing with their weapons daily, their blood lust showing on their faces turning them into cruel masks of their former peace loving selves. Things finally came to a head with a great big fire that ripped through the city, the demons and horrors had arrived, people were slaughtered all over the place, only a few survived. The survivors were taken to a far distant land, where they were kept as slaves, their lives made hell by their masters, kept as gladiators, made to kill for their captors entertainment. One day however a slave rose through the ranks, rose till there were no fighters who would dare to step into the coliseum with him, they would cower in fear in the slave huts. He decided to do something about the slaves situation and decided to lead a revolt against the people who had caused this to happen. Once the revolt was over, he gathered the remaining slaves to him and led them back home, back to the remains of their lives and their city. As a token of their gratitude to this great warrior the people decided to reinstate an age old tradition, as someone came of age they had to do a quest, to prove they were worthy of descending from this great warrior. This is how the great Soul Quest started, this is how YOUR Soul Quest has begun, are you brave enough to battle to the top, strong enough to hold back your enemies, passionate enough to rise to the top of the land and become the No 1 Soul Quester ?
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