A blood-red sunrise and dark clouds overhead threaten a violent storm. An eerie green comet hangs in the sky, glow growing by the day—an ill omen?
You woke this morning to a blood-red sunrise, the dark clouds overhead threatening a violent storm. What's more, an eerie green comet hangs in the sky, its glow growing by the day—an ill omen of things to come?
Spirit of Celestia, the ship that bore you out of Eilvalor heading for an island with the foreboding name of Stormwreck, pitches under your feet. As lightning flashes across the sky, a creature of the deep slithers onto the deck.
"These waters belong to the Scaled Queen,” the creature snarls, all scales and slime and muscle, “I'm here to collect her tribute."
In an instant, your blade is in hand. Not this beast, nor any other, will keep you from your fate. The siren song of unplundered dungeons filled with riches and magic call to you from your dreams.
Welcome to the Fell. Welcome to the Archipelago of the Arcanum Chromatica. Welcome to Stormwreck Isle.