End of Recruitment

Our archmages are finishing the summon ritual. Runes circle the dark, overgrown tower that overlooks our UTOPIA. The fog looms ever closer; vile beasts charge into the arcane shields of our guardians, who are barely holding up. “Just a little more” - they said; but time is running out...

The beasts shatter the barrier to our kingdom! The ghastly cloud seeps through the walls of our UTOPIA. The streets are filled with ashes while the sky burns in hellish might. Streets once laid with cobble of old now reek of DEATH and PESTILENCE. Souls of this land once charmed with beauty now bleached dry with FAMINE. Those knights of this world that fought with words of steel now locked in a losing WAR. This heavenly sanctum of literature, art, and knowledge now defiled in the tangles of Pandora’s Box.

But stand strong, brethren. Hope is not lost!

Over there, upon the tower that oversees our beautiful land, a beam shoots to the sky. The summoning ritual is complete! A massive blast shatters the sky and ruptures the desolate landscape. Could it be? Is it them? The heroes that we have called for? Out they walk, their figures etched onto the light column. Their sharp blades cut swaths through the beasts; their arcanery burn through the vicious mist of Greek evil! Light can now cast its radiance again onto this treasured land we love.

You have done it, HEROES! You have saved our UTOPIA! And now, for this season, you shall be our honorable protectors, our wise scholars, and our family.