Prologue
	The year was then 2150. Wars were breaking out all over the globe
as people struggled for land, or possessions, or even a crust of bread. 
It's a wonder even that the world still functions at all, but it does. 
It lurches it's way toward total destruction and there are those groups
seeking power that are more than willing to even sell their souls for the
power they crave.  Putting their collective heads together and seeking
the 'darker' powers that exist in the world mostly unseen, they plotted
and schemed for all the possible power there was.  The only problem is
that as humans, they are easily fooled and the 'darker' powers used that
to gain a distinct advantage in the world above.  While most of the rest
of the world bickered and fought amongst themselves, this group met in
secret, preforming a ceremony that would open a doorway into that unseen
world. They had been promised wealth, power, nearly to rule as Gods among
men and because of their greed and because they were blinded by the
thought of being more powerful than anyone, the doorway was indeed
opened.  When it was legions of demons were free to attack, destroying
cities and any lives that were a threat to their continued existance. The
men were destroyed during that ceremony and noone was left who knew what
the spell was that first opened that hole into Hell itself.

	Now, during this time also, hidden within the cities and working
in secret were groups that understood the fate the world would surely
feel. They gathered all of the occult knowledge they could find, 
Formulating battle plans should Hell's forces actually gain entry into
the world.  They hoped..and prayed that it would never be, but when it
happened, they were ready. It was a war like the world had never seen. 
Military forces were wiped out, bombs were laughed at and tossed back
into the area they were fired from.  Magicks lit up the skies with their
flames and only those who were prepared had any hope of driving them
back. 

	The battled waged for alittle over 10 years, neither side
appearing as though it was willing to give and niether side appearing as
though it was going to win. A stalemate had been reached, though the
world had paid a severe price for that stalemate. Cities had been
decimated.  Technology had been laid waste and only those pockets where
the tech had been hoarded and saved still had anything at all. Such was
the final indignaty for the world in general. Small groups of survivors
huddled together for safty, scavenging for food and banding into a more
tribal sort of life. Existance was a day to day struggle and demons still
wandered the earth seeking prey.

Present Day
	The time is now 2450 and it's been 300 years since that all
happened. The world for the most part is sparcely populated and those
places with people live a more medieval lifestyle. Horses and carts are
the mode of transportation.  Blacksmiths are jealously guarded since they
are the only ones who know how to work with metal and the only ones
strong enough to leave the safty of the small villages to seek for
metals. The people within the villages are distructful of outsiders,
having been prey at various times to shapeshifting demons and are fearful
of technology as though it were the 'devil's work'. Witch hunts are
frequent since the villagers always need to be wary of anything magickal
for fear it's a demon in disguise. Farms must be forced from the ground
and life is very hard, though over time some sort of 'life' has been
found.

	In the cites, the continuing struggle to seal the hole which
leads to Hell is still being worked on. No trace of the spell which first
opened it has been found and all of those incredible thinkers who worked
hard to keep the world even with the forces of Hell still ponder that
great mystery. Warriors trained for battle against the legions of
HellSpawn that still roam the world in secret are sent out as wanderers,
trained to kill whatever evil creature they come across and to report
back should a resurgance of demons begin again. Magick in the cities is in
high demand and mages sit and delve into the mysteries of warfare using
those magicks, finding any spell or incantation that may be used against
the evil trying to claim their world.

	Hell's legions constantly sneak up from the Hellmouth, the doorway
that was opened 300 years into the past.  They steal children, tempt souls
to sin, kill the righteous, and do everything in their power to claim the
world of men for their own.  

        This is the world as it is now.  This is Hell's Gate.


               
                             Hell's Gate