[Aethyr]

The hatred of the rats runs deep.

Cursed by the powers of chaos to exist on a loney splinter of rock with only two neighboring provinces (seriously!), they vow vengence against those that would keep them from their birthright: All that is.

For the first time since the days of One Clan, from the time before time, the Thirteen have set aside their in-fighting. The day long dreaded by those who walk in sunlight is at hand. The Plauge is coming...