In the shadows of the Sentinels, the world of Krynn holds its breath. While the gods have been silent for centuries, a darkness long relegated to myth is stirring in the volcanic heart of Sanction. The Dragon Queen Takhisis has begun her slow, suffocating reach across the continent of Ansalon, weaving a web of terror that most believe is merely the banditry of a lawless age.
Weeks before the Inn of the Last Home welcomes eight weary travelers back to Solace, another band of outcasts uncovers a truth far more ancient than the return of the dragons. While the "Heroes of the Lance" are fated to reclaim the Disks of Mishakal, their journey would end in fire and ash if not for a deeper, more primal threat these unknown heroes alone must confront. An ancient corruption, older than the Cataclysm itself, has begun to stir, threatening to tip the scales of balance once again and shroud the world in darkness before the true gods can ever return.
The skies darken as the Dragonarmies prepare to march, their scales glinting like polished obsidian under a dying sun. Yet, our heroes path leads away from the grand battlefields and into the "Deep Silence". While the Highlords focus their gaze on the conquest of cities, our companions must journey to the shattered remains of a Lost Library and the sunken vaults beneath Ansalon. If they fail to cleanse the spiritual rot festering there, the Dragonlances of old will be nothing but brittle wood in the hands of those who would wield them.
There will be no glory for their deeds; no monuments will be raised in the plazas of Palanthas to honor their sacrifice. They move in the spaces between the lines of prophecy, executing a desperate gambit that ensures the Heroes of the Lance have a world left to save.
Every dragon they slay in the dead of night, every dark ritual they disrupt in the bowels of the earth, is a silent victory that keeps the flame of Krynn from flickering out. Our heroes are the architects of a miracle that the world will attribute to others, and they must be content to die in the dark so that others may live in the light.
They are hunting entities from the darkness that seek to destroy the world that we know, ensuring that no Wizard of High Sorcery or Cleric of Light can ever stand against the Queen of Darkness. The odds are impossible, the cost is everything, and the enemy is vast, numerous, and powerful. Yet, our heroes do not falter. For they know that if they do not succeed in their secret mission, the journey of the travelers to Solace will end before it truly begins. The Blue Dragon Highlord would find no resistance, and the staff of the heavens would remain a mere stick in the hands of a barbarian girl. Our companions are the unseen hand of Gilean, maintaining the balance by destroying the anchors of entropy that Takhisis has planted deep within the crust of the world.
Our heroes will need to Steady their hearts and draw their blades, for the true War of the Lance begins not with a shout, but with the silent resolve of those who choose to do what must be done. Before the first lance is forged and the first hero is named, our heroes will face the nightmare that waits in the dark. They are the vanguard against a cosmic extinction, the ghost-warriors of a forgotten age, fighting a war that is over before the history books even begin their first chapter. The stars are watching, the gods are returning, and the fate of Ansalon rests upon our heroes shoulders. They now step forward into the storm to claim their secret destiny—for though history may forget their names, Krynn will survive because of their courage.
Let the chronicles speak of Tanis and Sturm, but let the land itself remember the heroes who held back the void while the rest of the world was still asleep. Their watch begins now, in the final hour of the Age of Despair.
