Upon the slopes of the long bluff of Loretta’s Agony lie the ruins of Aliegor. Long ago, it was home to devotees of the Og-Aust, the Frog Gods. Their religious house thrived like no other. It bore the fruit of wealth and the knowledge of the world before the turmoil of war and plague, before even the coming of the kings and the rule of the bastard gods. Now beneath the shades of the willow trees, along the course of the Mistbane’s tributaries, only the shadows of memories remain. Beyond the long line that is Loretta’s Bluff lies the deep and mournful Millorian. Here, ancient trees tower over the fertile earth, their roots deep and old. Elves have dwelt here for years without count and have made the wood a wondrous (if altogether dangerous) place. But of late, the Bowlgaar Orcs have grown in power, and war is brewing in the forest deep. For the Bowlgaar are driven by the Paths of Umbra, a mendicant and wild wizard who sees in them a tool for his greater power. For he desires what few believe even exist, and he knows that in the deeps of the Millorian lie the ruined powers of the Og-Aust.