Om Dreamholders
Hear me, O Son of Kings unannounced: your way goes now into the east, and your companions go with you to the end. Hearken to my words: others will flock to your unseen banner; others will try to stop you. Some will join you; some will ignore you; some will betray you. Keep your hearts true and your purposes pure, and you will come through all that stands before you: but waver once, and you may end up paying in full a price you do not wish to pay.
Thus spoke the seer of the Weishuune to Caspar on the night they left Weishua, but so far the words have gone unfulfilled. But now, as the companions head across the vast gorge of Ragani Mor into the Ashen Wastes, the words may yet find their meaning. Here amidst the literal tumult of Eastern Ragani Mor itself, Harpies and Minotaurs, Merchants and Thieves, Varags and Werecats, all vie for their own corners of the land, or for absolute domination of all others amidst this land of furious volcanoes and ancient ruins.
Here the companions face their most arduous trials yet, and still the ominous and unspoken words of Ragya's runes hang over them: one of these three. As they plunge into trial after trial with friends new and old, will bonds of friendship sworn again and again keep them together--or even alive?
And still their journeys are marked by one who seems determined to be involved in their fates: far across the seas, the Sorcerer King sees all.
Visa mer