Description

The City of Qushmarrah is anxious underneath the guideline of the Herodians --short, balding males whose armies would never have overcome the city hadn't the truly amazing and bad magician Narkar been murdered and covered in his citadel; hadn't the savage nomad Datars switched layer and sided with the intruders; hadn't some traitor exposed the castle to them.Not several would welcome the return of the old faith, the soft return of magic, but you will find some patriots who'd take the return of the demon they know, if it meant the return of self-reliance.