The year is 1369 the second counting. It has been mere months since the event known as Crimson Dawn when the black tower rose from beneath the Weyersiph into the skies of Glandamier. Peace a fragile delicate myth that sits on the razor’s edge of war. IronSage has been unwavering in their stances and have forced Glandamier at every attempt to negotiate. IronSage has advanced troops deep into the Tuskspire, forcing the native Orc into higher grounds to avoid another conflict of man.

Times are grim.
In one last bid for peace the delegates of both kingdoms meet in the fort of Vliem. The last known correspondence Lord Hyrum Marshallette grim and not offering much hope
It has been months since the skies turned crimson and that dreadful tower rose from beneath the Weyersiph. Long months of strenuous negotiations and political parlays attempting to establish a peace between Ironsage and Glandamier. I have fought tooth and nail to protect my beloved home while attempting to make concessions as requested by Ironsage. It has been soul draining the moments of heated debate, finger pointing and veiled threats. Honestly I am not sure how the peace talks lasted this long but they remain.
So here we are at the final push for peace, my entourage and I meeting with the delegates from Ironsage one last time, on their home grounds, a definite advantage but they would not be swayed. I may not return from this my dear, if that is the case then know I perished doing the duty to the crown.

Lord Hyrum Marshallette

During this time of perils and tribulation suspiciously Rookspire earned her independence and has closed their borders and tightened their defenses. The Free Cities remain ever watchful as they continue to recruit and train soldiers in secret.

The world is in chaos, the citizens of the realm disgruntled and downtrodden. Yet through it all none see who actually holds the pieces in the Game of Kings.

The adventure begins in Fort Vliem where delegates from both sides meet for peace talks