-A tale as old as time-
Almost two hundred years after the fall of the Bastion and the disappearance of Mordring, Ghamul the Wraithlord retreated into the dark depths of the world, mad and alone it watched from the shadows as the undead slowly disappeared from the realm and so after being forgotten, Ghamul finally drew his last breath and was laid to rest in an unmarked grave.
Recently, the creature’s tales have reached the emerging necromancers and a pact was made and from the unknown corners of Arcas, evil stirred once more, hungry for revenge.