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"Hurry my champion, hurry, the Bloodstorm rises again and the winds of fate begin to dance a new tune. This world will know war unlike any they have seen before and all could soon be lost if you do not hurry."

Drawn in by her strange words, you find yourself standing atop the slopes of a colossal white mountain, the wind blowing against you and look down to see millions of goblins gathered below, thunder crashing all around them, their voices swept across the frozen surface of the tundra, when a voice as ancient as time itself blasts from every direction, darkening the clouds...

...Blinded by a momentary burst of light, you brush a hand across your eyes, and find yourself amidst a sea of grey tents with dwarven voices barking commands, blacksmiths hammering weapons and thousands of cook fires surrounded by dwarves. While atop a small hill to the north stands a large grey tent, where a group of well dressed dwarves discuss battle tactics, Dywin's familiar face lifting up from the shadows to stare off towards the brewing storm on the horizon...

...Lorna and Gorrack, their bodies caked in sweat and grime, race through a darkened forest with shadowy figures nipping at their heels, when they freeze in place to look up at the clouds in horror, their mouths gaping in a wordless scream, before being washed away to be replaced with Bone eye...

...Left eye glittering with malice, the Minotaur's sits by the campfire sharpening his greatsword, when abruptly he looks up to meet your gaze, "Soon we shall meet again and this time we shall see who is the better blade..."

...Streaks of red lightning rumble through the clouds, and again you hear the voice from the mountain, beating your skull, pounding it's way through you, almost like a tidal wave of noise. The sound building up to a crescendo until with a thunderous crash, raindrops falls from the sky, covering you in a wet and sticky substance.

Fear gripping your body, you stare down at your blood soaked arms and realise the clouds are raining blood...rivers of blood...

...Streams of terrified refugees push and shove each other as they flee north away from the growing storm clouds, armies gather all across the world, elven priests in white robes stained red kneel down in prayer to the Lightbearer, while trolls swarm out from the swamps like a plague upon the land, and above it all crimson red clouds rain down thunder and lightning, bringing with it death and destruction...

...Quivering and gasping uncontrollably, you stand there unable to move,when Daedalus' voice blares through your mind, "Master!" shaking you out of your stupor, the after images of what you'd seen burnt into backs of your retinas as you stare around trying to remember where you were, your breathing shallow and heart beating like a drum.

It had all felt so real. The freezing winds atop the mountain, the pounding of metal on metal, and the rancid taste of fear that seemed to permeate the very air you breathed. But none of it compared to the terrifying sound of that voice, trumpeting out across the darkness. It's voice like a beacon in the night calling all to shelter by it's fire. And despite a part of you knowing it was a vision, you had felt this powerful urge to answer the call. To let go of everything and walk into the darkness, the feeling so strong that even now, your hands still tremble from the memory.

"There are few in this world that can resist the call of the Bloodstorm, it pries upon our inner most desires and uses them against us. Magnified by the Book of Maglencloid it is a weapon of terrible power, but one that can prove to be very useful in the right hands,"said Daedalus wistfully, "Where next do you wish to go, master? The fighting in the tower has abated for now, but it will not be long before more guards come in search for you."

As though awakened to the urgency of your situation, you try to think what next to do, only to see flashes of Lorna and Gorrack's running through the forest, but they would need to take care of themselves for the moment.

Mouth tightening, you scan the corridor hoping for some sign or guidance from the gods, when you feel something in your bones.

Whirling about, you look behind you and see nothing, but that feeling of dread only grows stronger inside of you, until finally unable to take it, you begin to run.

1. Do you wish to stand your ground and fight alone?

2. Do you wish to continue running?

3. If you have command of an army do you stop and prepare for battle? (Requires Army.)

4.If you have command of an army do you order a retreat? (Requires Army.)

5. Do you wish to activate 'Fleet feet'? (Fae'lon Race Only.)

6. Do you wish to activate 'Swift Strikes'? (Werewolf Race Only.)