In a nearby town villagers tell tales of adventurers being driven mad by an unknown force within the woods…
When a local farmer discovers something at the bottom of his new well, the fate of the land will hang in the balance.
During their travels through a dense wooded area the high pitched sound of a scream tears through the peacefulness of the forest.
This mountain chain was once vast and impenetrable, but had the misfortune to named in the binding spell of a mighty demonic(godly?) being, namely that when the Great Mountains are forgotten, then shall it be free.
A world where there is a finite amount of magic present in the world, and it's almost used up. With the winds of magic being weak and unstable, how will nations built on the heavy use of magic survive?