Even the Seers of the tribes found it hard to see too much. Those who could hear the song of the land also were blocked from hearing it.
The land of the Old Gods is being invaded by a dark mist that came from an existence that is even more ancient than them
In the dark, waiting to be revived and to fulfil a prophecy prophesized millennium ago.
Those who are weak would go to the three kingdoms to side themselves with the strong, to change their destiny.
This is the time of the Great Chaos. And in chaos, there is tragedy, sorrow but there is also chance for opportunity and a chance for greatness.
Up there, in the stars, the twinkling light of distant stars, tells the stories of the battle of great heroes
Who would not want to be eternal? To be remembered for posterity? To be one of the stars up there in the sky, where people would tell your stories every winters to be read out to inspire bravery and great virtue?