The foul magic of the wizard has consumed the lowlands.
All hope has left the hearts of the people, no heroes are left to hear their wails of despair and suffering.
Less than a man but more than a mere ghost, the warrior who walks beyond death seeks allies in his quest for vengeance.
A vision given by the old gods grips his mind.
Death walks, slowly, to the frozen north.

Power is the curse that ruins the hearts of the righteous.
But now it is power that the Deathsurvivor seeks, power to rival the dread magics of the Void Breathers and their evil servant.
Only beasts and beings of unnatural strangeness survive in the swamp.
There are only whispers here. A legend of a hermit, who probed the strange eddies of reality that permeate the twisted swamplands and found in them a force that no living soul should possess.
A deal will be made, but at what price?
The consequences will echo through space and time...

The Deathsurvivor rides.
Flanked by his unliving allies and wielding the dread power of the Swamp Lich, he goes to his death and destiny.
Mercy is alien to those serving under the shadow of the sorcerer's tower, and gladly they shall have no need of it in dispatching the Dark Wizard.
In the Valley of the Wizard dwells evil unbound.
The time has come to bind it.
With the quest fulfilled, the reaper will come for him at last... surely...