This is the first overview of two or three campaigns I call, Lords of the Fallen. Within this first installment the players will take part in the forging of the first Kingdoms of Earthen. They will witness the beginnings of slavery; join the ranks of the world’s first armies; be jolted by the anger of the Almighty Lord.
This is the time when the first legends are born. A Character could, perhaps, even become one themselves. The classes of magicians and warriors are very basic and limited. Socities, being in their infancy, are being created, and influenced, by them (intentionally, or accidentally). Life is hard, but endurable.
From this I will expand these ideas into quests, and races that dwell within this campaign. I will try to leave these overviews and quests as generic as possible, but with historical suggestions.
Once every decade on the eve of St. Poskov's Day during mid-winter, the coastal city of Tiyabon experiences a horrific event. Quool's Tide rolls in, depositing hundreds of bloated, fish-eaten corpses upon the pebbly shores of Tiyabon's wide bay. This singularity is to this day unexplained, though countless theories abound. It is said for example, that these corpses are not eaten by the myriad fish of the seas completely, due to the fear all creatures of the seas hold for Quool.
Named for Quool, a terrible, antediluvian god of seas and storms, who no longer exists for he has no worshipers, the Tide chokes the beaches and surf with the countless rotting bodies of those who had perished at sea in a violent way.
Almost immediately, the lifeless corpses are fed upon by crabs, gulls, and worse things that await the horrid feast. The townsfolk let nature take it course with disinterested disgust, though lately some enterprising adventurers have taken to searching along the beaches of flesh for former deceased companions, with intentions of raising them again!
Surprisingly no undead ever rise from among the many corpses. This is also a mystery.