(by Sorcererlord)
The land is soiled. The oceans, lakes, rivers, and streams that once flowed rich with crystal blue water have gone dry. Crops will not grow, and some Tibians have resorted to cannibalism to survive. There is no hope for Tibia. Many once fair tibian cities have fallen to hordes of demons, minotaurs, orcs and many undead entities. Thais was the first to go. With a mighty quake thousands of demons, bursted through the grounds, killed millions of tibians and destroyed the whole city.
Then there was Abdiendrial. The Elves sensed the disturbence in Thais. They readied themselves for the worst. For them it was Orcs and minotaurs, allied togather in an unstoppable army, millions of orcs and minotaurs were killed but they kept coming, the Elves put up a valient effort, But after days of fighting were soon defeated.
The great mages of Carlin now have been fighting undead hordes of Ghouls, skeletons, demon skeletons, and beholders, plus many more monsters that could not be identified, and to make matters worse, some evil energy flowed through the corspes of fallin Carlin warriors and rose them to fight for the undead army. Carlins defenders could not hold the undead army off, and it fell, suffering the same fate as Abdiendrial, and Thais.
But, a desperate band of survivors from each city are tibias last hope. They must travel to the Dwarf city of Kazordoon. Stealthly evading any enemies they made it to their destination, they were led by dwarf guards to the Leader of the dwarfs. They were givin fine armor and weaponry. They were sent with every dwarf that could fight. As they headed towards Abdiendrial, many dwarves, elves, and men, went insane from fear of fighting against these threats, and were left behind. When the Army reached Abdiendrial, they cought the minotaur and orc armies off guard and therefore were givin an advantage. The battle raged on for days, arrow after arrow, bolt after bolt, spell after spell, the ripping and tearing of swords, and axes slicing through each of the armies, and the crunching of bones by warriors wielding all types of club weapons. Till finally there was a victor...After millions and billions of deaths the orc minotaur army has fallen. The Standing army of men dwarves and elves rejoiced as they went to rest their wounds in the confines of the city. Many other survivors from the first attacks on tibia came and joined the army. But after 2 days of celebrating, The army was back in the field on their way to Carlin, with high hopes and surging confidence from there last victory they marched. But the undead army was not going to be defeated easily, for they knew that they were on the way. The all seeing eyes of the beholders could see them, and saw the battle at abdiendrial. The necromancers summoned all of the monsters they could, and the beholders summoned all of the skeletons they could. And with there powers togather the undead army summond all of the corpses of fallen heroes in the Carlin cemetary. And when the Alliance of men, dwarves, and elves got there, they were stopped dead in there tracks, they were slaughtered and the hopes of tibia was destroyed.
Edron soon fell and all of the other lands soon were to follow, the monsters soon rampaged and were drawn to war with each other resulting in total destruction of all beings and lands. There was nothing left...