At the day of the spring equinox, a swarm of riders flooded the land. Help was neither wanted nor given, and each of the proud tribes stood for itself.
One by one, many strongholds fell to the Dogs of Death and paid their toll of blood. Where the force was not enough, treachery was used. And thus fell Kormaris.
Children were screaming and women were killed before their beloved.
In a moment of deep grieving a desperate man swore an oath at a sacred place – “She of the War, I adjure you to give me revenge! Every life I shall take I devote to you! Give me the power I need!“ And in his outburst of anger, he wove his destiny.
And the destiny of many others.