The Eleven

On the night of All Hallow’s Eve, in the year of two thousand and three, they will return.


Their spirits unbound by the Nine Gates of Hell, the evil dead who have long suffered in black fires will sleep in the earth no more.
Many will be killed at their hands, and a great many more will kill themselves rather than face the onslaught of torment and slaughter.
The world has yet to see a time that shall be like this one...


But amidst all the chaos, the darkness and malice, there will be Eleven. Eleven souls marked with a different path. The Eleven will know great pain and misery, but also solace and comfort. Alone, each member of the Eleven will possess great power, yes, but together, the Eleven will be the last and only weapon the rest of their kind has against the oncoming horde.
Some will choose to aid the Eleven, but, alas, their predicament places them at odds with the powers of shadow.
It is a narrow path that each of the Eleven will walk.
But on a day that none shall know, each of the Eleven will commit themselves to the group. Only with this dedication and unification can the Eleven stand against the Dark Nine Lords of Hell, Tsekar, the Page of Sins, and the frightening overlord of the maelstrom, whose name I dare not speak.
These Eleven must band together, lest this world be completely eclipsed...







They are coming...