On a dark misty morn, under a silver sickle moon, a child will be born to the fallen mistress of mercy. Within him resides secrets as dark as any moonless night, yet a bright desire for good befalls him. Many mystics and shamans have foretold of it, but no one heeded their warning. Until now. As the goddess of mercy falls from the heavens, the world begins to unravel. The relationship of long time allies strain under mounting pressure from unfair treatment forcing the hand of Clan Stoneheart's new leader. Tensions mount and talks waver as a division of dwarves, lead by a renegade general, march in secret to bathe Beykla in its own blood. Can one man stand against this onslaught of vengeance? Will his own kingdom hear his plea?