All I can do now is to save what still can be saved. Our little fellowship in Tir Geal is struggling to survive, but with every day our numbers get shorter and shorter in this desperate fight against the undead monsters, who turn the swamps - our home - into a huge deadly trap. I can feel how the evil manifests itself in our world, in the air and in everything that is alive. It's not just what happened in Tir Caillte. As horrible as it was. There's much more. Something, that's hard to get. People, who leeave the village, never come back again. All the undead... something or somebody must have brought them here. But how? What is behind all that?
