Welcome to Realm of Shadows, please use the navigation bar
above to browse through the site and learn more about the MUD.

Welcome to Realm of Shadows, please use the navigation bar above to browse 
through the site and learn more about the MUD. Realm of Shadows was founded
in July 2001 and made its online debut in February 2, 2002. Since its arrival to 
the online scene it has grown and evolved into a unique game play experience 
set within a world of magic and monsters. What you become is up to you, some 
people are deadly assassins that do nothing other than wait for unsuspecting 
victims and then strike. Perhaps you could become a merchant, you would 
scrounge the realm for unique and powerful items and then trade or make a 
profit off them, some players will become brave mortals who will take on any
quest the quest master will give them. The  possibilities are endless. Explore 
thousands of rooms hacking and slashing your  way through various creatures to 
ascend in the mortal food chain. Thousands of random items can be found all 
over the game!
  And so, the darkness swept over the land once more; just as it had in the forging
of the Realm. However, this time was not like the first. All life had been purged 
from the Realm, the portal from the outer realm had been closed, those left in the 
Realm purged. Even the great gods and goddesses had fallen from the heavens, the 
omnipotent creator Sirus was even powerless to stop the shadows. He watched as the 
immortals phased out of existence, he knew that even if he could manage to survive 
he would never see them again, Nor would he see any of the mortals who came to 
know him.



  The darkness held the land in a complete state of suspense, lifeless, motionless. 
The shadows had even captured the creator, Sirus. He knew that he could not stop 
them, for he was the child of the shadows. He remained frozen in a cell in which
he could not break the walls for over a century. Then the shadows spoke, arise, 
child of shadows you shall breathe life back into the realm.  Sirus slowly rose to
his feet, the shadows pulled him to a pool of water where he looked down and noticed
that someone else was looking back at him.  The gret dwarf, vanished! This face looked much
younger now, he appeared to Elvish.  His beard was now gone, his mystical blue eyes
now dark; nearly  black. His coarse silver hair gone, now long white hair in its stead.  
Vitality flowed through  him. The shadows spoke again, I name you Syriac.  Then the 
darkness lifted. Syriac  looked to the sky and the sun began to shine, brighter than
ever before. He held his  hands up and dark black robes appeared upon him, a long
staff in his right hand. He  glanced back and forth at the lifeless land he stood upon.
He held his staff up the  sky and shouted some arcane spell as it echoed and boomed
across the land, suddenly life was reborn. Above his head the portal to the outer 
realm was reopened, for mortals to flow into the Realm once again.



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