Evernight "The Reign of Darkness" is a multiplayer strategy and diplomacy game with a goal to conquer the world of Midia. Begin with a single region and launch attacks into the surrounding players’ regions and kingdoms in your quest for world domination.
From the craggy peaks of Midia I brought the stony powers of the ground forth in the form of the Colossa. The creature stands as tall as a fortress, and its granite skin is near impervious. Wherever this titan walks death will follow, and even the bottoms of the frozen seas will not be safe.
The noblest of the Forms, this golden beast soars higher than even the mightiest sorceror… It was this supernatural creature who stood at my side when the Demons turned, and it was Amber wings that carried the lightning cry of K'Ar Tüf to the battlefield.
As I had created the Amber from all things pure, so the Black Dragon was summoned from all things evil. Its chaotic appetite for death defied even my most delirious fears… and when its form rose from the twisting portal of MindBender, nothing was safe from its poisonous fire.
The ageless Incinerak sent them in my hour of vengenace not as servants, but treacherous deceivers. Their dry-witted cruelty and slavering thirst for blood have earned them a fearsome reputation and an intolerable attitude.
The strangest of the Forms must be the wide-minded Woodens. This all-seeing entity penetrates the mortal mind with the madness of Bork, and its ancient, splintered fingers crush legions in their grasp. Never before had I laid eyes on a thing so sublime… so illusory.
From the remains of the machinery of the Golden Age a race of mechanical Form arose. The supernatural glow of doom glimmered in the hollow eyes of crushed metal parts, and I watched as the land was flattened under uncaring, bloodied wheels.
Long ago, when my quest seemed futile and my holy war seemed a delusion of madness, there were a chosen few who pledged their lives to the cause. Ironically, the sorceror's empire must be built on a foundation of these crusader's lives… and so they stride into battle.
Since the Golden Age mortals have been kin with this ancient and wise race. Their sturdy demeanor and impervious resolve bring comfort to the endless darkness of the trenches, where the wounded and dying cower behind the sheltering bulk of their shelled allies.
For generations, elite crusader warriors have mounted these viscious reptilian killers. I watched as the last wave of their toothy legion rolled into the valley below me… claw and tooth tore the enemy to bloody ribbons… only terror and a growling darkness answered their bizarre scaly warhowl.
It was the diabolical Nergal who brought these unnatural monstrosities to life. In subterranean pits their countless numbers breed and heave with pinkish sickness. They are the mindless devourers of mortals; the egg-spawned children of a rotting madman.
After the sun of Midia was no more, and a plague of bogs infected the world, a race of beasts arose from the murk to wreak havoc on mortal men. Haunted and twisted by the dark forces of their hideous, mystic origin, these horrors obey only the sorceror who fears not their acidic appetite for flesh.
Legends say the Glows were the dream of a mad sorceror in the forgotten mists of history. Who knows what spawned their translucent bodies… But on this make no mistake, their otherworldly minds will penetrate even a stalwart consciousness and kill a victim from within.