“Gone are the riders, gone to the hills.
Gone are the singers; hushed.
Fly to the hills, my dearest of friends,
Fly to the hills where I hope your heart mends.”
— Forlorn Hills
THE CRIPPLED KING
All hail the Crippled King, and long may he reign.
It has been seven years since Robert the Draeg vanished in search of the Bells of Yore.
In his place, a reluctant brother wears the Dragon Crown to hold the kingdom together. Yet peace remains fragile and old ghost stir as the Crippled King struggles against threats both within and beyond his realm.
Some legends are born from what is found. Others, from what is lost.