Lord Angle Theta and his men seemed unstoppable. Unbeatable. No matter the odds against them. But when they met their match in the swamps of storied Jutenheim, Lomerian blood ran like rivers. Ector and Malcolm Eotrus had a simple duty. Keep safe their family's mighty fortress, as had their ancestors for untold centuries. They failed. Trolls loped out of the northern mists, a hunger for man-flesh in their bellies. The trolls took what they wanted. They didn't even leave the bones behind. Karktan of Malvegil knew that the Black Hand assassins had hunted his beloved lord for years. They finally caught him. Murdered him, along with Karktan's brother, and Lomion's troubled king. Now Kartkan is hunting them. Frem Sorlons and his Pointmen could fight their way out of anything. Until they found themselves trapped between an army of bloodthirsty Ettins and the relentless legions of Svartleheim. Time and again, Lomerian wizards conquered challenges that brawn and brain alone could not master. But magic has a weighty price. Even the greatest sorcerers cannot escape the Wizard's Toll.