The Duke surveyed his land from the safety of the castle tower, his ring seeming to weigh heavily on his aged hand. Below the streets surged as though alive. The bloodbath was indiscriminate, the fair folk were pressed back and back until there was nowhere left to retreat. Even his knights seemed ineffective; the enemy soaked up mortal blows and pushed ever closer to the walls. He looked away in despair.

"It's the barbarians! They've massed like never before - and each one is stronger than any man should be! We can't hold; the keep will fall tonight. Gather the heroes and fortify the remaining cities. Don't let this be our final stand!" The Ear of the Hermit faded with his voice, and a young noble burst into the room.

"They're in the castle!"

A sinister force is sweeping across the land. Individual farms and hamlets wink out like candles. The legion has lost the strength of its heyday and every man is committed to a desperate defense. Now is the time for heroes, or the Kingdom will sink into oblivion without a trace... not a building standing to tell the tale...

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