Allanoria is shifting into a new age–a world without mage’ic. For reasons unknown, I sense this is a passing phase and that one day the land’s mage’ic will return. San’Ferath readies to succumb to my final spell, ‘The Undying Sleep’. Invoking such power shall end my life, but I go willingly, as does he, for when the need is great, so shall he wake.
In a land lost of its mage’ic, something is stirring–something that has not been seen in over five hundred years.