The ancient sorcerer Thalgrath had long been a myth whispered across the realms, a figure of dread said to have been banished from the mortal plane centuries ago. With sunken, glowing eyes that pierced the soul, and skin pulled tight over his skeletal face, he had the look of someone who had defied death itself. His black robes fluttered ominously in the dark mist that surrounded him, an extension of the shadows that lived inside him. Thalgrath’s magic was drawn from the most forbidden arts, granting him powers that turned the bravest warriors into terrified whispers. His return signaled an age of doom, for none who stood against him survived to tell the tale.
Legends spoke of a time when ...