A bear roared in the forest. An eagle cried on the wing and a wolf howled from a mountaintop, fusing the newly formed swords with their images, and just as the last slipped away the mistake became clear. ' Oh bugger!' A King Choosing. A time of celebration amongst the three great clans of Isterthurea as the ancient swords, gifts from the Gods themselves, choose their new kings. But not all were celebrating. Not all were happy. Some were plotting. Then the unthinkable happened. Fractures of the old clan wars began to snake their way across the peaceful land. Old enemies and new began to take their toll. The hunt for the swords had begun. After this King Choosing, Isterthurea would never be the same again.