It was a time of change. The descendants of the Atlantean mages had fallen before the New Praesidium, and the wolves were baying at the Empire's door.
An oppressive new faith was encroaching from the east, and the sylvan liege had locked tight the gates of his arboreal realm.
And so it was that towards the end of the Age of Mystery, the last of Albion's great Dragon Lords did gather for what would be their final battle...