Tales Of Wine & War: The Gathering
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A once peaceful land now finds itself enveloped by the brewing of dark forces. Most remain blissfully unaware while each kingdom prepares for the worst. Some call it skepticism, but some of the older elves know what it means when the cursed mark is drawn in each of the 16 kingdoms. In an effort to prepare, twelve of these kingdoms leaders called upon their deities to retaliate by placing a mark of valor upon a chosen hero. This is the story of how they all came together.
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