There are places beyond this world where brave men do not tread and of which sane men do not contemplate.  These ethereal realms create thoughts of panic and fear within some mortal men, and for others are simple places of myth and legend.  But behind every legend there is truth, and within every myth is reality.  These places were the domains of 'the eternal ones,' and now lay dormant, home to only those who know of their locations.  The unwilling who find themselves in these inner sanctums dismiss their visit as dreams or visions and never grow to realize the true extent of their journey.  To those who can travel to these realms, they are home, and much like the physical world, these worlds can support buildings, cities, even oceans, all like doll houses under glass.
    In one such realm lies an ancient building, a cathedral, built to honor the dark spirits of the universe.  Few know of its existence, and even fewer know who created it.  A dark sanctuary, a cathedral of despair to those allies of the light who visit.  It is within the walls of this vile place where a dark gathering is taking place.  A gathering of an uneasy alliance, but one of terrible strength.

    This was not their first gathering.  The tormented souls trapped in the very walls of this place recognized their guests well.  With the arrival of two more, the meeting of six could now take place.  But a dark presence, a greater presence, was watching over these proceedings.
    "The eleventh hour approaches, my friends," the ragged, aged voice of the slightly hunched figure entering the room began.  He was what most recognize as an Orc, a human-like breed of terrible creature, war-minded and evil bent.  But he was no ordinary Orc, for he was an Orc Shaman, a being of powerful magiks.  His longevity had gifted him with great knowledge and the wisdom to use it, and though his days of fighting were over, he had no need to fear  for his safety
    His companion was what most call an Orc Champion, and he too was a powerful warrior.  But his prowess was upon the battlefield, a battle hardened warrior with the strength of ten grown men.  He has seen more battles than most, and he has not likely to have already seen his last.  His blade has witnessed the death of thousands.  As they slowly walked into the room, the two heavy door closed behind them, as if someone where closing them from the outside.