It is a time of beginnings, a time of endings, a time when the vast world of Andoran comes under great upheaval, nearing the end of one age only to give birth to another. An ancient evil not seen since the Age of Dreams has come forth again to consume the living or bring death to those that would not be consumed. It is a time shortly after an unnatural plague ravaged those who lived in a hard fought for short time of peace and harmony, the Shadow Plagues-brought upon by the re-awakening of an even more ancient enemy called the Void, that which seeks to utterly consume all that lives. Fear rules the hearts and souls of all. Though most only know this fear as something that could be about to happen, a never-ending ominous darkness that looms just out of sight-the kind of apoplectic feeling that all wish and hope is only a bad dream. It is dark times were the Lord of the Undead has reawakened from a three millennia old sleep. The armies of the wicked join under the banner of this mad Lord. These armies roam freely the lands once held by good people who died in the plagues. There is hope, as those few who still possess the strength of the First Men and Love of the Creator will stand, defy and overcome or die trying to defeat that which would destroy any of the good placed in this vast mythical world. Only the legions of the South and these few remaining ancestors of the First Men stand in the way of utter ruin.