For 312 years the rotstorm has blighted the ruins of the Ferron Empire • Born of an unholy war between gods themselves, it scours the land with acid mists and deadly lightning, spawning twisted monstrosities from its nightmarish depths • On the Stormwall, the men and women of the Stormguard maintain their vigil - eyes sharp, blades sharper - defending the Undal Protectorate from the worst of the rotstorm's corruption • But behind the stormfront, something is stirring, kindling the embers of an ancient conflict and a plan to kill a god • Will Stormguard steel be enough to meet the coming tempest? • *** • As the children of the storm carve a bloody swathe across the Northern Marches, the whitestaffs - the Protectorate's healers and sages - have fled, retreating to their island citadel of Riven
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