Six stand at the brink of desolation against the tempest's roar.
In the mists at the end of time stand the eye, crown, and claw.
The folly of the light unlocked blood upon which death does soar.
As he who holds the Secret moves to devour all in his patient maw.
~Draconic Prophecy, heard on the Day of Mourning, 20 Ollarune 994 YK
In a world of Prophecy, political opportunists, and tenuous peace, the coming storm is more strongly felt than seen. The shadows that hang over Khorvaire hide all manner of secrets: are you brave enough--and smart enough--to learn the secrets of survival?