The upper part of the kingdom of Hesengelte was peaceful, and prosperous. The only worry was that of the northern unclaimed reaches, which held the barbarians. Unfortunately the peace would not last long, for under their feet trouble was stirring. The dark elves where planning to expand the reaches of their land to the surface. They followed an old legend, finding a dragon frozen in stone. They planned to use it for their diabolic purpose, but not all were in favor, for it involved the raiding of a rather greedy family of dark elves' most prized library. They tried and failed to resist the rests demands, but were slaughtered in the fashion the dark elves loved so much. Their only surviving member, a cowered in the eyes of the rest, is retreating to the surface, a price on his head. A lone barbarian rides south in search of vengeance, unaware of the war that is building in the southern lands of the townsfolk.