'An old score shall be settled. The Legion of the Sword of Doom shall conquer the City of Irsmuncast and bring its people into slavery. I swear by Sorcerak to kill you with my own hands.' Your perilous quest for the sceptre and orb has been a glorious success. Once again, your skills have ensured your rule of Irsmuncast. But now you return home to a city of death - overrun by evil hordes and threatened by an even greater army to...