The Land is old but the forest is new,

For the end of days was but a new beginning.

Her light is gone but we live on,

Here, in these dark and twisted woods.

There is a fire which does not quench,

Restless Things in Achon Land.

The Heart of the Forest is never safe,

But who will fight to protect it?



Close to one thousand years ago, at the Slaying of Adenàlian, the Hollowgreave ravaged the wilds of Sorum, and the world was veiled in darkness. Over aeons since, the wilds have returned, out from the Heart of the Forest, and repopulated the desolate lands. For beings which are older than 1,200 years, they know and have lived through such desolation and shadow. For the younger folk, they may have lived in centuries were the woods were smaller and in places, desolation still reigned, but for short-lived humans, these are times long past and long forgotten.

Adenalian, or “lantern-bearer” in the old Triverian tongue, is slain, and we must live on without her light. She was the Goddess of Hope. It was she who led the nations of Sorum into centuries of prosperity and peace, but it was the Triverians who eventually strayed, who turned to the lies of Shar’Akar, and slew her in the name of His false promises. She was the voice of purpose and reason, who spoke to mortals in their darkest days to lift them from despair and into greater things, but now She is gone, and we must find our own paths, without the Lantern to guide us.