A bright flash of light ripped through the night, revealing the surrounding towers of rock and rolling hills. Quickly Valerien stepped through the portal and took in his new surroundings with a faint glimmer of hope in his eyes. While had run into some hard times on previous worlds, perhaps this world was meant to receive him as its Lord.

Valerien had learned many things from worlds past. First of all, it seems that despite Valerien's dedication to allies even under the most depressing odds, other allies seemed to turn on him whenever profit was to be gained. The temptation to succumb to such cowardly tactics is strong, yet in this odd new world it is not a concern. I come into this New World knowing that the people I've been chosen to lead have allowed themselves with our Icelanders neighbors to the West, in the region of Fralde. It is with my brothers and sisters there that we will make our stand against the brutal oppression that lies to our south.

Valerien surveyed the Capitol that was beginning to emerge. The Icelanders appeared to be incredible laborers. Buildings were popping up in incredibly short periods of time. Perhaps there was hope yet. Across the city, young men who had taken up the sword and javelin in preparation for their Wizard's arrival, marched and trained vigorously. What other military forces the Icelanders could assemble would be discovered in time, when military might became a more significant and relevant factor. Valerien had already heard rumors of the might of the Sacred Hunters, whose mystique was obviously of great importance to the people of this land. Their reverence for these elite warriors was something to remember.

This was a cold, harsh and unforgiving Land. Yet the people who populated it were firm in body and mind. The people were uplifting, singing songs of long forgotten ages, moving in complex dances. What fortitude these people must possess, to brave such miserable conditions, and do it without turning their backs on their brethren. Yet their spirits are hard as well. They know that to relax and take things for granted means the end of their way of life. You do not thrive in the Arctic being soft. They will need all of this toughness in the upcoming battle, as we take to the icy fields against our enemies to the South.

Waves of Scouts were immediately sent off to the neighboring lands, in search of fertile soil for growing the crops and the majestic forests needed to sustain a bustling economy and growing army. In addition, prospectors were ordered to explore the surrounding countryside and to begin mining the precious minerals and gems that lie within the hills and mountains of this world. What lies around us is unknown, for our civilization has not expanded beyond this dry arctic plain.

Most important of all to Valerien was the state of magical research in these lands. It appeared that everything that had been developed on a previous world had been forgotten, and must be begun anew. Seeing this, Valerien called his Master Builder, Sutan, and ordered the construction of vast libraries and gathering places for those inclined to the mystical arts. Magic is what wins the wars, my friend. Mighty armies without magic to back them up are but stalks of grass against an army bolstered by the powerful magicks I have seen.

A friend from past worlds has joined in alliance with me here. Together we strive to crush those who would enslave our people and mercilessly slaughter our children. Let those who would oppose us know the fear of a coward. For even though you may consider yourself brave, you will tremble like a child at night when you awaken to find yourself looking into the face of the Devil himself.