For 312 years the rotstorm has blighted the ruins of the Ferron Empire. \n\nBorn of an unholy war between gods themselves, it scours the land with acid mists and deadly lightning, spawning twisted monstrosities from its nightmarish depths. \n\nOn the Stormwall, the men and women of the Stormguard maintain their vigil - eyes sharp, blades sharper - defending the Undal Protectorate from the worst of the rotstorm's corruption. \n\nBut behind the storm front, something is stirring, kindling the embers of an ancient conflict and a plan to kill a god. \n\nWill Stormguard steel be enough to meet the coming tempest? \n\n--- \nThe land is gripped in a claw winter. \n\nThe rotstorm has breached the walls of Undal City. \n\nThe children of the storm have claimed the Northern Marches. \n\nThe deathless mage has been unchained. \n\nThe dead god hunts again. \n\nAnd Floré will raise her gauntlets against them all.