But during this age of emasculation, new powers were moving across the land, threatening to extinguish the tribes’ hopes for a return to a golden age. The tribes’ loyal subjects drifted from the battlefield, lost souls looking for a new purpose - a new leader who could lead them once more to glory and honour.
Their predictability bred weakness and lethargy, until the conflict faded away like a dying star, and the drums of war fell silent once again.Īn uneasy peace settled across the land. Driven by their lust for supremacy but blinded by a bitter, short-sighted rivalry, the great tribes slowly became complacent. My story begins many years ago (mist floats eerily past the page), in a land across the great sea, where a bloody conflict raged between the two mighty tribes of Blizzard and Westwood.
