Corruption of N'mar

The blood moon hangs high in the sky. Across M'nar, those sensitive to magic feel a great disruption in nature. Something unnatural is coming. Its arrival is inevitable. It's nature abominable.

There is great panic in all the kingdoms of the world. Soon, forces of darkness will dominate the land. There is very little time and troops and supplies must be gathered.

In the kingdoms of the fairies and elves, magical wards are reinforced, gates are closed, and the idyllic paradises of magic and mysticism are protected - at the price of isolation.

Similarly, the dwarves bury deep into the earth with great machines. If dark forces are rising to the surface, perhaps the safest place is their former resting ground. Within weeks, all dwarven strongholds and citadels are abandoned.

Meanwhile, the forces of men - little of magic and less of wit, prepare for war. Men are conscripted and armed by the thousands, leaving entire villages full of mothers and maidens left to tend to the day-to-day activities.

However, none can prepare for the disaster approaching. N'mar has not seen the coming threat in nearly ten thousand years...