It has been nine long winters of peace, nine long winters since
the evil was banished from the lands. But lo! Evil has endured
and in a new guise seeks the verdant heart of realm Travenspa againÉ
'The sound of water running off a fall, the wind through time-gnarled
willow trees, a glade of bluebells, ferns reclaiming an old ruin,
a bubbling brook by a peaceful hamlet, the morning bird call,
a village pond, a tree-house on the outskirts of a farm, a lazy
summer morning where butterflies kiss the blooms, I love all such things...
...of Travenspa, and I will see it stay'.
- A sworn protector of the realm.
A god of darkness, woe to mortal kind, an alliance with a soul stealer king,
Éa pact with the god of misery, forged in sin.
Destruction shall be their nourishment, killing shall satiate thirst,
for the army of doom comethÉ
A tortured soul must find a reborn dwarf,
a Circle of good must defend the realm again,
three shall come from afar to join,
and a dreamful protector will watch over all.
A further two, their paths hold a clueÉ
A son so shrouded, a mistress puppeteer,
and the one who will feature, one of a pair,
the being Shadowaxe Ð Misery beware!