Vitali Vondrak paced impatiently around the throne room of Frosthelm Keep, feeling his anger rising. For countless centuries his family had ruled the Vondrak realm under his fathers rule. It had been more than a hundred years since anyone had even dared to rise against his family and it had been Vitali himself who had done what was needed to be done to restore rule. But what thanks had he received? Seen by his father and brothers as the renegade of the family, always seeking to push the boundaries of the realm by conquering neighboringlands he had long since been sent to the frozen wastes of distant Frosthelm to rule the frozen wasteland. The long years had only served to increase his frustration at the lack of ambition his father showed. For too long had he sat idle and he was growing more and more desperate to feel the thrill of war again.
News had reached him of the strange occurrences surrounding the ancient gate in the mountains of Frosthelm and had thought of little else. The gateway had been dormant since even before his birth but the ancient stories had told of the passageway to a distant land known as the 'Lost Isles'. Untold power and unimaginable wealth was said to be located in this mysterious land and he was determined to claim them for himself! Stirred into action he called out to his faithful Necromancer Dregan.
"Prepare the troops. We once again go to war!
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