A Story Too Good for a Name

In the land of Ianarth there is a prophecy, repressed by the Clergy of Eyon, which speaks of a man with the blood of nobility but the spirit of the wild. A prophecy which speaks of a man, who's soul is pure, yet harbors a cursed power. A prophecy ... that threatens the very existence of the Order, the land, and their very god.

Remember the name Strider, as the world is once again shrouded in darkness... may in darkness, the world find light.