There we were, me and my
loyal hero Miranda, sailing to Keshan on a merchant mission. It was a
lovely day, the ship was swaying gently, the sun wasn't so hot and the
sea breeze was waving Miranda's hair. But approaching one of the
islands, the horizons become dark and lightnings tore the sky. It was
very strange and sudden storm, like it was coming from the nearby
Sundered Isle. The isle should be guarded by high elves. They protect
the lands from demons, coming from the Infernal Rift, created in 1032
by a powerful spell. It was off limits to the mortal races and the
captain of the ship refused to leave it. He spared some Pikemen and
Archers from the crew and we set foot on the shore.
