Welcome to Harchaon Hill
A Darkon based Live Action Role Playing Organization
Raise an Army...
Create a Nation...
Lead Your Men Onward...
Battle Your Foe...
Fulfill Prophecy...
Earn Respect...
Honor...
Glory...
...Amass a Legion
...Forge an Empire
...Spread Like a Plague
...Conquer Your Enemy
...Change Destiny
...Inspire Fear
...Wealth...
...Power...
For All Players
Harchaon Hill is a full contact, medieval/fantasy live action role-playing group. We use safe foam weapons and realistic armor and garb in live combat scenarios. Membership is open to anyone over the age of 18. Players MUST SIGN A WAIVER FORM before they are allowed to particpate.
For those of you who enjoy role-playing activities, Harchaon Hill will be a lot of fun. Here you can be a knight in shining armor battling for glory, a valkyrie warrior on a quest, a wizard from distant lands, a priest holding the secrets of life in your hands, you can be an elven archer, a shadowy assassin, an undead soldier, a creature of legend, or a human searching for meaning. Play the valiant hero or the bloodthirsty conqueror. Use your skills of diplomacy to form alliances with other countries or betray your friends to the mercy of your enemy's sword. Enter the ranks of nobility or become a ruthless pirate. The options are truly limitless.
~ THE STORYLINE ~It occured a hundred ages ago. It was a time of two warlords. Two powerful sorcerer kings raging against each other with enchanted weaponry and devoted legions at their disposal. Their wars created vast wastelands where fertile fields once grew. Even the bravest of men would shake at the news of their approach for only death and misery followed their hoofbeats.
Their final battle commenced on Harchaon Hill. It was the day that the gods wept.
It was at Harchaon Hill that neither King would allow retreat and each legion fought until the final man. It was the day that two sorcerer kings would face each other for the final time.
As the two lords faced each other, they drew their enchanted blades and began their onslaught. Their private battle raged for hours.. blade against blade, spell against spell, blow against blow. Their enchantments had grown so wrathful and virulent that warriors around them would collapse and die upon every blow struck or blocked.
Hours turned to days as the legions fought. A storm of crimson poured from the heavens as lightning crashed down upon them all. Warriors fought onward until exhaustion crippled their bodies. The sorcerer kings waged on, relentlessly, without mercy or fear as their enchantment shook the realm with each strike.
Time passed as the storm continued. It was now the third week of Harchaon Hill. The battlefield into had turned into a swamp of blood as the two Sorcerer Kings remained as the only two combatants still drawing breath. The details of these final moments are sketchy for it hed been a week since the gods themselves had fled from watching over the battlefield in terror and sadness. Even the war gods grew ill from the sight of such carnage.
What is known is the event that took place upon the final attack charge of Harchaon Hill. Two Sorcerer Kings clashed in a final desperate gambit and by the enchantments released in their final strikes, they split not their swords, not the hill, not the countryside... but the entire realm... in half.
This was the end of the battle. It is not known who won or how. Two sorcerer kings annihilated themselves on that fateful hilltop and not even the gods know where they went beyond Harchaon Hill.
Now Harchaon Hill sits as two massive wastelands on oppossite ends across a vast sea where pools of blood still rise up from the ground today. They are a cursed place where death follows all who enter it. It is also a gateway to the kingdoms beyond...
Beyond Harchaon Hill.
