Refugees flee across the land. Tales of woe and death follow. The residents of horseshoe valley fled for their lives in the middle of the night while being chased by the dead. Yes, the dead have come to life and they walk the land. The fleeing residents are exhausted from running for their lives day and night with very littel rest. Some sought sanctuary with the wild elves of the forests and were shot down with whistling arrows from unseen archers for their troubles. The Elves have so far maintained a vigilant watch and slaughter any undead that enter their forests from lofty vantage points high in the tree-top canopy. Some refugees fled down the river in boats, rafts and some just floated along on doors, luggage, dead animals anything that floated. The once flourishing human town of Riverhead has become a harbor of corpses and all who fled there were consumed by the dead. —description from the publisher