That is not dead which can eternal lie,
And with strange aeons even death may die.
--H. P. Lovecraft
"One hundred ten years ago, during the Wolf Age, Muirthemne was sacked, burned and all but buried under a mountain of rock and sand by Balor and the Fallen Lords."
Today the crypts of Muirthemne lay silent under the earth. The spirits of those who died to defend and to destroy are restless, doomed to forever reenact the horrible battles of the past.
Or are they? The spirits need only break their ethereal
cycle, and they may find eternal rest. Now is their chance to end it once
for all. Fight well, for the dead need to finish what they started.