Prologue

 In the darkest part of the forest in the middle of the kingdom, a black robed figure is completing a magic circle. For months, he had been secretly traveling the kingdom to set up everything for this night. He had spent years dedicated to researching this magic by candlelight. Learning how to use familiars to do his bidding. The secret training in an underground cave that he found. 

The night when his plan to take over the kingdom can finally begin. He buries the last magic crystal to complete the magic circle. He has done this countless times around the kingdom. He has made one giant summoning spell of the kingdom with familiars guarding his work and traps to catch anyone who got close.

Now is the time, he stands up in the middle of the circle.  His voice is clear as he chants an ancient dark language. A dark red light eminates from the ground with each syllable. It starts at his feet and moves out. He voice gets louder and the light races outward. Until his voice reaches a fever pitch and in one burst it disappears. He is ecstatic as he watches the magic flow through the kingdom and relieved the spell of concealment kept anyone from noticing. His crooked smile widens as monsters start to rise from the earth. This magic will produce two monsters for every one killed.

He pulls the hood up on his robe and strides out of the forest. Glad the cloak of invisibility works to keep the monsters from attacking. His black horse is waiting outside the forest. He mounts it and rides off.