Unbeknownst to our Hero’s they have been dead for thousands of years, locked away in a dusty crypt, preserved as a national treasures and legends for the ages, guarded against a time when their heroic personalities might be called on again. But the centuries slipped away and their deeds became legends, until legend slipped away to myth, and eventually myth gave way to fable.
But some few remembered the truth, and when the Age of Darkness began to rise again
as the ancient sages said it would they acted. The bodies, magically preserved for all time, were brought forth, and in a ritual older than their Kingdom, were brought from heavenly Elysium and restored to life.
And though they had been careful, their councils were betrayed, and agents of the Dark One disrupted the ritual before it could be finished. Our hero’s, weak and disoriented, and equipped with nothing more their ancient shrouds and dust, were forced to flee before a demonic presence via a secret door, unto the blood strewn and battle scarred streets.