Ageless Kingdoms

Now that the battle is over, it it time for the young hero to ascend to the sidereal world of Himmelrealm to take his place among the greatest legends of the Ageless Kingdoms. The Keeper of Er shall guide his way through the astral pathways.

Riding on magical whirlwinds of the nightsky, he looks upon the sleeping lands below and speaks with a newfound grace in his voice: "Fare thee well, the Ageless Kingdoms. There may yet be times of darkness and despair ahead of you, but fear not, for I shall be back once more!"

The situation is beginning to seem hopeless for the honourable troops of the Ageless Kingdoms: the dark lord Zxhaggarath triumphs on the battlefield, his black blade sowing chaos and fear among the armies. All of a sudden, a clear voice is heard from the entrance of the cave. "Thy time hath come, Zxhaggarath. I'm here to kick some serious ass!" Everybody holds their breath as the Lord of Blackness turns around to duel with the young hero Alvar, who wields now a glimmering magical sword.

"Impossible...", mutters king Potatismus, "...he has found the Magic Sword... but how?"

The clash of...

Meanwhile, troops gathered from every corner of the Ageless Kingdoms have pitched a camp at the foot of the Great Northern Mountains. All the major nations are represented here; most notably the Kingdom of Euryarchaeota, whose regent, King Potatismus gazes nervously over the campfire-lit field and the dark caves up in the mountains. He, a direct descendant to Djurmat, the ancient warrior king, knows that the dark enemy is approaching.

Nightfall. The silhouette of the Great Northern Mountains, black against the sky, makes even the bravest of men shiver and clasp their spears and swords...

After the fight Alvar, now lost from his companions and confused by the complexity of the dark underground mazes, enters a cathedral-like cavern the height of which he cannot even estimate. The cave is lit only by a mysterious blue glow. On a stone podium in the center of the cave lies a weapon of purest steel. Could it be...? Oh, yes it can!

Amazed, Alvar wields the Magic Sword of Holy Valour, the legendary blade whose owner is said to be able to defeat the dark armies of Zxhaggarath. The prophecy has it that inside the sword sleeps the soul of Djurmat, an ancent warrior king known for...

After descending to the dark caves under The Great Northern Mountains, our fearless heroes are ambushed by filthy servants of the Darkness. They are many. Their teeth are sharp and their tentacles long, but Alvar attacks them with blazing eyes... This is his first chance to prove his bravery!

As a young peasant villager, Alvar, learns about the trolls and giants breeding in The Great Northern Mountains, he and two of his friends embark on a legendary journey to recover the mystical Magic Sword of Holy Valour, and thus, to save the Ageless Kingdoms from ultimate destruction by fulfilling an ancient prophecy.