Crouched in the shade of an ancient forest, Neversfall sees everything. They built it to be a stronghold in the monster-ridden wilds. Lone, unassailable, the shield of the Southern Lands. Until the men and women who held the fortress vanished. The replacement regiment finds no trace of their comrades - only lonely, silent Neversfall, left behind to watch the plains of Veldorn. Only The citadel knows the dangerous games being played in its shadow.