Lets face it, we’ve all done it. Summoned a great daemon from the pits of hell with the sole purpose of taking over the world, but messed up the spell to a degree where the disgruntled beast runs wild, attacks you and disappears into the night.

And as the old saying goes, if you haven’t done it, someone else has. In this case it’s our old friend 'Shaddar' the local Necromancer. Well rightly so the villagers were not best pleased with having a hell spawn loose in their village so they banished Shaddar. An uneasy calm followed in the hundreds of years afterwards, as the dark magician wandered through the deserts of the south. Orcs, Goblins and Ogres still whisper his name in utter fear around their campfires at night as news spreads about a Dark Tower which is rising beyond the rocky lands… they call this tower "Shaddar-Nur". And the nightmare is about to return.