What do a beautiful, buxom, veil dancer in the southern desert, a besotted drunk on the docks of the coast, and a tired, bent old woodsman miles from civilization have in common? They are all still smarting from the devastation of the last battle from using the most horrible of weapons, and they must answer the call of the Crystal. The Crystal, formed centuries ago, comprised of thousand of souls, center of civilization, is under magical attack from unknown forces.
What do a beautiful, buxom, veil dancer in the southern desert, a besotted drunk on the docks of the coast, and a tired, bent old woodsman miles from civilization have in common? They are all still smarting from the devastation of the last battle from using the most horrible of weapons, and they must answer the call of the Crystal. The Crystal, formed centuries ago, comprised of thousand of souls, center of civilization, is under magical attack from unknown forces.