Realms-of-Katarnia

PROLOGUE! “For Katarnia. For our freedom!” The cry carried over the torn up plains, echoed moments after from the throats of a thousand men and women. Stood above the battlefield, staff brandished up in front of her, stood Klarissa, watching the battle with bright blue and hungry eyes. She was queen of this land and a powerful sorcerer, adored by her people and honoured among the other races. ‘Lesser races.’ With that in mind, she grimaced and lowered the intricately carved staff and eyed the glowing gem at its head. Her people had grown restless, they no longer believed that these lesser beings were beneath them, an