| Or is it? A great evil, filled with dark Gods, demons, goblins scattered throughout the land. Ravaging anything within it's path. The forest and the town leveled, Blood runs like a crimson river into the sea, ships like ghost waffer against the ports, half-sunken in her harbor at Overburton. The only solitude, the only protection is that of the city of the Druids in Bellshire. Escape found just in time as tents rise towards the heavens sheltering those that fled for their very lives. Another quest set in motion before the dark hands of the Gods reached forth to open the great maw of the abyss, and those shall return finding nothing......or will they? |
