North Moors. Beautiful, but cold and not too friendly lands. But there will be hunters on these lands, and all hope is only for the faithful swords of their own strength. Even if you are the Dark Lord. It's nice when you are called the Lord of Darkness and the Lord of the Black Castle. But do you know what to do when your faithful servants threaten war and eternal enemies jump to your aid? When watchtowers collapse, looted cities burn, intrigue weaves and old legends come to life? When do the ancient gods return to a world they left long ago? And even if this world is harsh and inhospitable, is this a reason to abandon the struggle for it!