The last thing you remember is a mage on the streets of Athkatla, the building of the Council of Six, the trees and mansions of the Government District. Now you feel only humid air and cold ground... You try to open your eyes, but you are not sure if your senses are to be believed. You are barely able to recognize shapes around you... Crooked trees, bantam buildings, colourful mists... Your head aches. It is impossible for you to focus... Suddenly, you realize something. You hear voices and footsteps... You are not alone in this unknown place.