there are shadows laying over the province of zeldur: a looming clamity, wherefore the province stewart and former alchemist hieronymus amost wetted himself. within a world, were everything used to be just fine, good advice is quite tricky to get: the wizards around here are barely suitable for entertainment; with their funny hats and rabbits and their sticks, which they drill in each ones noses.
it’s about time for hieronymus, to face his past and gather epic heroes around him.
