A quiet town in a quiet valley. Nothing important ever happens here, or so it is said by the young of Weeton.
The King is dead. Long live the King.
The dragons have gone. The Capital is a ruin.
The Army masses in the South. The Wall is no more.
The gods are almost done with us. Death is our reward.
One last task remains the heroes. Into the depths of evil.
Bearing the very power of the land. To face a god in his den.
~Father Brand’s final sermon.