Alkazar, one of the greatest mages of the empire, was 
lost in the swampland of fog. 
His traces were followed to the first trees of the unholy 
forest. But nobody dared to go 
any further. For the magic circle, it was a bereavement. 
The friend, who had been company 
for many many years, had vanished. Vanished on his 
journey to discover new secrets. 
Most of Alkazar's brothers mourned, because they 
considered him as dead. 
The grey fog that lay deadly over the swampland, slowly 
turned into bloodred, began 
to creep into the lands of light. And with the fog, came 
the horror. After two days, 
all the lands lay under the fog and no sunray could 
penetrate it. It had brought undead 
creatures with him, which hunted the humans. Villages 
were razed to the ground, mankind was 
slaughtered, wherever found. The humans tried to run 
away, to hide in one of the 
big fortresses, but everybody lost his bearings in the 
red fog. And whoever once had lost 
his way, was lost forever.