The fire burns low, and in its flickering light, old stories stir once more.

The Grimbald Alliance stirred as if to be expecting new visitors. Ones wrapped in cloaks of shadow, forged in stone keeps, and spoken of only in hushed tones around hearth and hall. 

These tales have been passed from tongue to tongue, generation to generation, stitched into the very fabric of forgotten villages and wind-worn castles.

Now, they begin to take form.