Then, the Earthquake's started, creating gaping gashes in the surface of the world from which spewed a sinister green gas which quickly spread into the nearby cities. The people, once exposed to the gas, lost all will to live, they simply sat down and waited for themselves to die.
The Origin of the Gas was without question, for Quendor itself stands upon a larger Empire, a greater Empire - The Great Underground Empire. An Empire brought down by a force so destructive, that even one thousand years later, people fear thier name. The Emperour sent out many summons, but none of the adventurers in the land would enter the Underground - prefering lethargic death to facing the fearsome might of the mysterous Grues.
Someone has to go down thier, this was certain. Emperour Harri had a plan. Notices where sent out to all the guilds - to raise the morale of the people a lottery was to be held and the lucky winners would be given a personal audience with the Emperour.
This was not so. The lucky winners were taken, by magical force, to the ancient gates of the Great Underground Empire and given only one command before they were thrown in to the void - "This door will be opened again until the plague has been stopped. You will either stop the plague and save us all - or you will die."
With a cruel shove the Guards shove the intrepid adventurers through the menacing doors and with a heavy thunk the adventurers are inside, thier last glimpse of daylight but a memory overshadowed by one frightening sound - something was comming, and it was coming quick.