Most unoriginal game plot contest! Come on, pile up the cliche!
Okay, let me start. I hope it's at least GOTY material! Ambition and mediocrity often go hand in hand:
... Once upon a time, the kingdom of Tczizhma prospered, its subject happy and wealthy, roads safe, fields full of golden wheat and its history a happy tale of lasting peace. The crown prince Chrodosh was getting ready to marry his beloved, princess Ochechule from the neighboring kingdom, and the people looked forward to a glorious feast. However, the night before the wedding, a terrible thing has happened - the bride has disappeared from a locked bedroom, without a trace or a clue of what happened. Rumors appeared that evil magic must surely be involved. Search parties were dispatched in all directions but all returned empty-handed.
A week after, blind prophet appeared at the court, speaking of his vision of great evil flooding the once peaceful kingdom from the northern wastelands. He spoke of the long-banished evil wizard Bruun-Di-Baar, whose power was shattered eons ago, but who is returning in an undead form, burning with all-consuming hatred for the living, ready to destroy the world with his terrible magic. Northern orc tribes, too dumb to understand that everyone kinda loses when the world is destroyed, happily rally under Bruun-Di-Baar pale banner, lured with promises of conquest and plunder.
Only one thing can harm the immortal warlock, the prophet said, the legendary Bracelet of Power, a symbol of unity between the three kingdom races - humans, dwarfs and elves. Forged at the dawn of the time, this priceless artifact was guarded in the Kingdom Capital, until recently stolen by the kobold Thieves Guild working for Bruun-Di-Baar. The wizard did not destroy the artifact, because he wanted to torture his enemies with a glitter of false hope (what's the sport in conquest when you're completely invulnerable?), but he broke it into four pieces he scattered across the land. One piece fell into the Northern Wasteland and was claimed by a troll tribe, one landed in the eastern swamp of evil, shapeless mud creatures called Fulga-Mulga, one was lost in the scorching sands of the Southern Desert, and the last sunk into the Bottomless Lake in the West.
The brave prince Chrodosh sworn an oath to defeat the warlock and to bring back his beloved Ochechule, and a company was assembled quickly - small enough to elude the prying eyes, yet capable of facing the perils of the Wild. The prince was accompanied by his dwarven friend Poshtuk, a rotund, merry fellow whose love of battle could only be matched by his greed and inhuman appetite. Next came Fimbal, the light-footed elven scout with dreamy, blue eyes and a sad voice. A troll called Bunkara who was saved and raised by the royal family from an angry village mob and who served as a personal guard of the prince for all his life, was the last member of this brave band.
Will they be able to assemble the Bracelet of Power, defeat the evil sorcerer, and save the kingdom and prince's charming bride, or is the peaceful land of Tczizhma destined to fall under the shadow of Darkness forever?...