To the south, in the lands of Bulwar, the ancient city-states have proclaimed the elf Jaher as their divine liberator and messiah – who in turn has proclaimed a new elven empire in hopes to continue a legacy once lost with the destruction of their homeland. It is indeed a sign of changing times, for in the west, the Kingdom of Dameria, first among the League of Free Realms, finds itself under the rule of a young and impatient king marked with destiny: for he is the first half-elf in history. They have even become objects of infatuation for the rich and powerful, granting them estates, titles and influence at court. Without a common enemy to unify them, the victorious League of Free Realms has disbanded, and their elven saviours find themselves heroes in an unknown land.
Now the Sorcerer King lies dead, forever desecrating the legacy of Castanor, and its wake has left a vacuum for a new age of petty kings. And for fifty years, the continent of Cannor burned…until refugees from a distant, ruined land, calling themselves elves, arrived with something the Free Realms resisting Castanor had little abundance of: magic. For fifty years Castanor, the first and greatest among human empires, was enthralled by the vile Sorcerer King.
