Torn and ravaged land surrounds you on all sides, the pitiful moans of the dead and dying struggle through the mist filled valley to find you. A single discordant thought strikes at your mind and tears at your heart: Pyrithaal has fallen.
Once the mightiest stronghold in all the land, Pyrithaal stood as an impenetrable fortress between the Twins; the only access point in an otherwise impenetrable mountain range. Beyond, the fertile and innocent lands of the Capital have stood, protected for over a thousand years. No force of men or gods or dragons had ever felled the might of the Capital, for none had ever passed Pyrithaal.
Until today…
The rumours started only a few weeks ago – a group of bandits hiding in the mountains suddenly began to experience unprecedented success. Rumours of bandits who were all but immune to weapons, who regenerated even severed limbs, who could resist even the most potent magic. Then, not two days ago, the bandit army which had swollen to the size of a hoard began to mass at the far edge of the Valley of the Swans that lay before the gates of the impenetrable fortress of Pyrithaal.
The Capital gathered its greatest warriors, and summoned its most powerful prayers. For if Pyrithaal fell, the Capital beyond would lie undefended, and a murderous tyrant would soon crown himself king of all the land.
The battle was brief, and tragic. You now may be the only survivor of a devastating war that sees the end of one of the mightiest nations in the world, and of a hundred years of peace.
Will there be no stopping this terrifying horde? Dare you live another day? Or, perhaps, have the gods spared you because they see in you some greater potential…
- from the publisher's blurb