Long Live the Overlord

Five heroes ended your reign. A thousand years later, their descendants are about to learn they failed. Once feared as the greatest evil of your age, you ruled an empire where monsters, outcasts, and creatures hunted by the mortal races found power and protection beneath your banner. Five legendary heroes tore away part of your soul, scattered your strongest followers, and struck you down while you stood alone. They failed to finish the job. You awaken a millennium later within a forgotten ancestral crypt, your soul restored and your body healed. Your empire is dust. Your armies are dead. Only eight members of your old household remain, each terrifying enough to belong to an age the modern world can barely remember. Above you, the descendants of those celebrated heroes rule kingdoms corrupted beyond recognition. Magic has weakened. Monsterkind has been hunted, enslaved, or driven into hiding. The names of the heroes remain sacred while everything they once stood for rots beneath them. And compared to the powers of this diminished age, even your weakened household are monsters out of legend. Your throne is gone. Your enemies believe you dead. The world has had a thousand years without you. What you do with it now is entirely up to you.