Rules

               The year is 3307 P.C (Post Cleansing) on the world of Illar,  and a dark tide is slowly washing towards the holds of men. What was once lore, and fairy tale, is now reality and terror. From the shores of Qher, to the lush valleys and vineyards of Warmbrooke, deep within the swamps of Melagor, and the hills of Retia, the Dread Horde springs up like wildfire to consume and destroy.

Strengthen your resolve, traveler. Tighten your hold on your future. Strap tight that sword, and wear your armor proud, for the battles you and I face in the coming days will be the thing of nightmares.

Read on, learn, and walk a path not for your own ends, but for the advancement of all things living. We must find a balance, and the Horde's advance must falter here and now. 

The Circle must end..

Sir Deagon of Venshire

1st Sword

Knight Illuminant