Chapter 1

It was a stormy black night and no sane man nor beast should be out. But three were, 2 men and a woman, or so they seemed. They met from 3 separate paths, one leading to Ahzmere, a festering pit of thieves and murderers. 
One curving to Liland, a beautiful city. 
And one straight, cobblestone, non frilly, sparkling road to Homeria, the city of politicians.
The man on the Ahzmere road was the leader of the thieves, Ahzera Blackhand.
The Liland roads occupant was the queen herself, Lilian Grace.
The man pacing down the third road was the current president, Charles Bolviar.
They met at a shaded gazebo where the 3 roads met. Taking off his raincoat, Charles said, " Ah, so good to run across you two!"
"No need to keep up the act, Charles." Ahzera sneered.
"Now now boys, remember what we met for." Lilian tactfully remarked.
"Humph, fine. I truly do not enjoy losing such fine clothes..." Charles muttered. 
"Oh DO shut up Bolviar." Ahzera said. 
The three each pulled a lamp on their respectful sides of the gazebo. With a shudder, a hole appeared in the center of the gazebo, then a stone pillar rose up. On this old mossy pillar, there were runes in an unknown ancient dialect, then three hand prints. The three all pushed their hands in, turned them clockwise, and pushed. With more groaning and clicking. It sank back down, taking with it, all three leaders. After a couple minutes of going down into the blackness, they stopped. Entering a large cave, the three humans began to change, morphing into...into...