Under these dim lights we slave away, as dim as these lights, and with them our hopes may seem, we see dimmer still progress towards this undefined goal. Silent songs play about these caverns, echoed with whispered questions. Will we ever go home?

It is fate that binds us, fate that surrounds us. It is this, that has been lost to the royal family

Based in the time before harmony, we follow our dear Illyric through his decent into madness