Storyline:
In a time before Lords ruled the lands, there was chaos. This was a time when people lived in fear for their lives and the legacy that they dreamed of. Wretched creatures roamed the horizon and killed everything they could. And if the ever lurking presence of a carnivorous enemy wasn't enough, than the impending raid brought by ones thieving neighbors would surely drive a man mad. It was a time where no man wished for anything more than solitude or some form of security other than what little they could provide themselves. This was a cold era which men saw grass grow off blood alone. It had to be broken.

Out of the wastelands came a few warriors that possessed the ability to unify their neighbors and bring structure to the chaos. But even they could not stand beside each other and call one another "brother". They chose to remain in their corners of the human world an create an existence of their choosing.

They put names to their creations: Lions Head, The Enclave, White Wolf, and Dream. All four factions had their own ways of life. All four, their own beliefs. Which in the end brought war to an already torn world. The strife drove much of the remaining non-affiliated humans to forge their own, smaller towns. It was in these towns that the four decided to bring their own order to the lands nearby. Lions Head was the first to embrace the concept of affiliation without assimilation, although they would not let go of their pride. Joining with The Enclave, Lions Head unified under one. They called it "Lions".

Arrogant as it was, Lions was efficient and exact. They dominated the market and had a wide enough body to maintain relations across half of the human territory. Their power stretched over most of the land and produced valiantly in battle. None could touch their motivation. Until one day a couple of unlikely souls changed the game all together.

Two reckless and unlearned fighters embarked and found the world weak and decided to take what they could. These two barbarians decided to take a more primitive embrace on expansion: Growth by blood. They set forth and destroyed everyone that stood in their path. These warriors were Sabersmen and Flynnftw. The two cutthroats ended up blazing their way into infamy. In order to give their reputations solidarity the two decided to forge a home. They called it "Troll."

Almost as soon as they had made the name, Flynnftw and Sabersmen found that many other affiliated and non-affiliated humans wished to join their ranks as the remaining two factions and Lions had created a very hostile and dangerous world for the average man. These farmers, salesmen, and average peons joined Troll in hopes to become hardened fighters and to protect their own and join a strong armed group that was not afraid to take what they wanted with or without the other factions.

As time went on Sabersmen and Flynnftw noticed that this simple killer reputation they had created turned into a thriving station for the weak to become more than they were led to believe they were. It was the intention that Troll be left a simple bandits hiding bunker but yet the rooms grew full and the land above could not contain the people that lusted to be a part of this growing mystery.

It was then decided that Troll would become a functioning establishment, like any other city, but they would keep to the code. "Assimilation or Death." This is what all the residents of Troll lived by. As time grew on this small town destroyed everyone that stood in their path. It wasn't until Troll had destroyed eight entire neighboring cities that The Four acknowledged their presence. And by that time, it was too late.

Troll had announced the succession of all establishments surrounding them. Many other towns, rather than take the time to divide their riches and land, readily gave themselves to Troll without a seconds glance. It was then that Troll and its allies forged a national power that they deemed "The Great."

The overlord faction reigned supreme over all. It became the model that everyone sought after. The economy. The land. The allies. No one could match it's might. Most that opposed, ended up retiring their work and stayed out of the line of fire of The Great. Everyone fell at its feet.

First was the largest. The Enclave left Lions because they felt that Lions' power had fallen and needed to gain relevance again. They embraced The Great and were greeted with open arms. The Enclave became a quintessential growth in the economical gain of the ever growing nation. And with this supremacy so fell the second.

Lions Head had abandoned their hopes at holding onto what they had once. They joined The Great with little hesitation as did any remaining followers. The Great now controlled over seventy-five percent of the entire human world.

The only area left was the ice cold lands of the wolves. White Wolf and its affiliates were the only ones not in The Great. They, although were in a region of their own. Separated by water snow and frigid ice, commerce between The Great and White Wolfs affiliates was hopeless.

Ultimately, instead of pushing into the frigid wastelands and losing countless more lives, the leaders of the entire human world came together and forged a pact. This treaty was meant that all the factions would unite and trade equally. Spearheading the operation was Sabersmen and Flynnftw. These battle hardened warriors were sick of the endless blood. No more lives would be lost under their control ever again.

But as had happened before, thus will occur again. This unity as it was once solid had formed cracks. The disputes of others once fought had come back to haunt the leadership. It was if old battles were being relived. The same places. The same people. The unity as it was essential for the worlds survival, was crumbling from the inside. As the wars raged and the bonds between many factions were severed, the picture that was established fell into a thousand puzzle pieces.

A young entity created by a feverous warlord named MrFBI took power in an attempt to monopolize on the deform and conjure a conglomeration known as The New World Order. The faction was risen quickly as hundreds of confused towns joined under the NWO wing. Ultimately as a new world order is given, it threatens to disrupt the way of the old world. NWO waged war against Troll and its allies which poured the blood into the grass once again. But this time the grass did not grow, it only died.

As the pointless battle waged on over dominance of a broken land, a terrible force came upon the world. The creatures that lurked in the night became more than just that.

One night as both enemies rested and waited for the next day of probable bloodshed, the moon did not rise. Some say that they saw only a piece of the moon. Some say they saw a fearful silhouette against the moon. It was no matter. in the morning enormous monoliths were scattered across the entire world. Some over lakes. Some over farms. Some over empty plains. And some over entire cities. The great floating structures seemed to be harmless to the sidetracked humans. That day the battle still waged on.

But in the midst of arrow fly and blood drenched steel a terrifying sound came from the monoliths. Lightning struck everywhere, near soldiers and even the already dead on the field. In almost an instant the sun itself seemed to flee the battlefield and plunge the entire world into darkness. As the lightning continued to drop from the heavens a blackness fell over the bottom of each monolith. Swords dropped in astonishment as the fighters on the battlefield drew silent. Not a soul knew what was coming. And as the seconds dragged on the black mess at the monoliths turned into a glowing fiery line of eyes. The Nox had come.

Without a minute more of waiting the worlds most populated areas were engulfed with creatures that once traveled the lands aimlessly with no drive or sentience. Every soldier on the previous battlefield either instantly took up arms and fell or fled to fall another day. The Noxs numbers were far too overwhelming.

Fortunately, The Nox had attacked only the major cities of the human world and none of the strongholds had fallen in the attack. But the monoliths still remained.

In an attempt to save mankind Troll, NWO and all affiliates decided to take up arms together and put aside differences so they could, unified, stop this horrid faction from destroying what future humanity had in store.

The Nox became more strategic with their attacks. The next big raid was an enormous city named Hamunaptra where the beasts attacked with precision with one of their monoliths stationed above the city. Terrible creatures poured out into the streets. The invaders were everywhere.

Luckily the unified leaders saw an action of the sorts coming.

In a mad dash to attain a small margin of victory, every fighter available across the lands amassed to push a counter attack on the invaders of Hamunaptra. Hours, Days, Weeks proceeded. It wasn't until nightfall of the last day where The Nox were pushed all the way back to the monolith that they were defeated.

Bloody corpses of human and monster alike strewn everywhere as the evil structure exploded into vapor. It was destroyed.

But it wasn't understood that this was but a probe.

It took The Nox only a few more months of simple probing to understand what they had to do.

With simple hours, the invaders impregnated, murdered, and destroyed everything in the known most glorious city in the world, Inexorable. This city was known for its fierce warriors, strong war machines, and enormous walls. The leadership of Inexorable were all officers in Troll at one point in time. Yet The Nox walked over the city and its enormous walls in a single night. Fire, Smoke, char, and bodies were all to fill the once golden city in the morning. The world was in awe.

Only a week later did the attacks increase. Centralized, like Inexorable, they began to hit Constantinople. The birthplace of all humanity. The City of Life. The Nox were attacking it.

The worlds leaders understood what had to be done: Save Constantinople at all cost or lose humanity forever. Barriers were placed. Armor was handed out. Plans made. Even the enormous economy was depleted in order to prepare the forces of man to fend off The Nox.

Then one night they came...

The sky was black as could be. The only things lighting the great city was torches, lanterns, and the horrid eyes of the enemy of man. The attack was quick and strong. Fire of the battlements lit the sky. Blades of men hacked as the best crafted arrows flew through the sky. Thousands upon thousands of hideous corpses of the invaders were everywhere as dawn came...

...there was a point where humanity thought they had won...