A storm brews in the west, Shrouded in a darkness. Darkness that strikes the weak and feeds on fear. Victims are falling into the Evil Darkness. Ornishma, Cristmar and Warknab have been snatched by the Dark Hand. Now they stand under the Black Star. The western Kingdoms have fallen.
After many years, the races of the west have almost perished to the great, Dark Storm, apart from a select few. The kin of the west moved to the eastern Kingdoms. It was to these they went to seek refuge, here they warned the others about the rising Storm. Little hope came from many of these Kingdoms. There was but one last hope that could hold back the coming Storm, The Council of Lothia.
Fifteen years have passed. The Storm was gathering to press into the east and to cover the rest of Yantala in total darkness once and for all...