In a time before man rose to prominence, when magic flowed like water from every rock and plant, three great races vied for dominance. In their arrogance they even challenged the Gods, and almost succeeded. The Gods ensured that little evidence remained of their achievements and knowledge. That however, was about to change.
The third chapter in the saga of Aaron Whiterune; exiled prince, thief and assassin. If you haven't done so already, I suggest you read the first two stories.
There is an old saying that Evil flourishes when Good men do nothing. In the end the universe always returns to center. But what if Evil is given a helping hand to the extent that the balance can no longer adjust? Something more drastic is required. This is one of those times.