Built into natural rock, the ancient Temple of Han’To predates human civilisation and the secrets of its origins are lost even to the elder races. What few know is that at its heart stands a dais, upon which resides a font of Dark Waters – thought to be the last of its kind.

Legends of The Dark Waters are as old as the world, scrying pools in which the worthy can see glimpses of possible futures. Such pools sometimes occur naturally in areas saturated by Dark Magic and that has led many to mistrust and fear them. For many cultures, however, they are a central focus of their religion and are guarded by strange, often mutated wardens.

Ravens have long been understood to be messengers, able to move between the material world and the realms of aether – inhabited by spirits, gods and more sinister beings.

This place is forbidden, all know it – yet still it calls. The nagging voice in the back of your head that was once a whisper is now a gutteral roar, a demand that can no longer be resisted.

Deep within the mountains, at the heart of the Dwarven realm stands one the most sacred of all temples. Home to priests who were old even when the High King was but a child.

Deep in the ancient forests of the Wood Elves stands the Amber Throne, created by the gods in the elder days to grant wisdom and understanding to their children.