The life and time of lady Shayla was not all to long. She was the second founder of the Holy ground, after a thousand years, when the disserperance of the lengendry Moon rider tribe. She was also the founder of the great and powerful staff of destiny. Lady shayla preformed a dance of passing in the Holy Ground, that sent on the spirits and dead creatures of the many years that had pasted. But to the time of today Utopia lies in ruins of darkness as it transformes into the abyss….
The Darkness Glemers are a group of people who condem others to the Darkness. They are followers of Lord Sen. These people are not human in many cases. Humans call them Freaks of Nature others would prefer them to dis belivers of god but what they are really about is the Abyss. Bringing creatures, demons and death angels into the land of the living. They do have magical powers within the gems and weapons they carry. But in the spirit world their magical ablities are as powerful as Lady Shayla. From obtaining the powers of Lord Sen and the book of the dark magic, all things would be able to come to an end. But since when the day Lady Shayla sacrificed her life, they were exiled away into a place called The Touchstones of Death…....
Moon Hunters or Moon Riders is what they were called. These wonderous and magicial dancers roamed the lands for many, many years preforming dances for kings and roality alike. But not all were dancers, one girl had a simple but different talent. She was the songtress of the group. Her amazing voice filled the hearts of all people. But at her last preformance…..
The Pcs discover an ancient, dusty oil lamp, somewhere in the bowels of a dungeon. Naturally they "rub it", and out pops a wizened, old djinn. So far so good. Then it speaks...
"Ah at last, at last I am free! Now grant me my wish!"
When the PCs explain that they are the ones that should be granted a wish, the malignant djinn explains to them that his particular oil-lamp has a curse placed upon it. Whomsoever releases the entity inside shall be geased to grant the djinn's wish to the best of their ability.
Groans ensue from the party. The djinn rubs his wrinkled hands, grins, and proceeds to name his wish. What could it be?