Over the ancient peninsula, the ocean’s waters continue their eternal tidal dance. The people have forgotten the tales of the tower of light that enveloped the warring land so long ago, the tale of the Sword. But Asarth Awrun remebers. Though the small town thinks of Asarth only as a rich philanthropist, but they think wrong. Asarth Awrun is the single survivor of that long ago culture, the dwellers on the peninsula. Asarth is also a lich, and keeps himself cloaked with illusion. He has seen that soon, the flow of magical energy will be right and he will be able to draw back the curtain of water from his ancient homeland and find the Sword of Unattainable Glory.
The Sword has returned from long and ancient exile. Can it’s glory be kept from falling into the wrong hands?