SpellForce 2 Skirmish Map Pack addon

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This artificial island floating in the middle of the Sea of Dreams was once used by the Dark Ones as a staging ground for many a bountiful, bloody raid. For the people of Urgath, this place is nought but a reminder of the long gone days of horror and great tragedy; for others, an unsinkable ship...

It is oft said that only the dead have seen the end of war, and perchance smelt the water and salt all at the same time...

Long ago, the mighty warlord Khal the Terrible of the Ironfangs Clan fell at the hands of his traitorous subordinates. His rage at this most heinous treachery was so fierce that even Zarach couldn't help but intervene. From the iron of His blade, from the blood of His earthly body was born Ragefire, the spirit of the everburning anger. To this day, this mighty creature haunts the land as if still searching for the slightest clues of treachery.

Commissioned by emperor Magnus the Great and perhaps the dearest of all his belongings, the Jade Gardens of Empyria are such marvels to behold, almost as if touched by the Dryad of the Lifetree herself! Besides its beauty, it's also home to the most exotic and the wildest of the creatures, roaming and guarding the place from would-be intruders...

Once the centre of all trade and commerce, a beacon for those lost within the endless horizons, now an abandoned hulk of rock and stone in the middle of oblivion, yet still valiantly, or rather stubbornly withstanding the relentless invading waves even to this day.

Those among the wisest of the Westmen have long pondered what actually rips apart the soul of man first: the claw of the fiercest of the beasts, or rather the sweet numbness of cold?

Whom of the most insane would actually want to conquer this piece of Aonir forgotten nowhere? He who conquers this land should be a man of no nose, nor of taste forsooth.

With the last remnants of the unforgiving cold withering away, the two armies march to war to settle the fate of this very no man's land once and for all. Drums of war echo across the land as the final verdict to the mightiest of them all draws ever closer...

The legends speak of an archipelago of the lost and the damned. As the exotic tales of an adventure of a lifetime and great fortune reached the intrepid seafarers, many sought the infamous isles. Cursed should be cursed, those unfortunate enough sought them only to find nothing but their own doom...

Forged by fire, battered by the sea... To tame the waves, one has to be as hardened as these infernal rocks braving both the cold lashes of the tides and the inferno that errupts from beneath, to which even the all-destroying lakes of fire of Barga Gor itself pale in comparison...

People have oft mistaken this natural wonder for a genuine island. In reality, this is a mere cluster of dead corals and associated sea creatures. Said to be somewhere near the Lost Islands, Cartographers themselves seem to be unable to actually reach a consensus on its exact location... There's another mystery boggling the intellectual minds of Eo however: How did it survive the Convocation?

The tickling gust of autumn brought the news of the warmth of war, and hence the time has come. Even as we speak, the countless armies of Fiara are marching to claim this last fertile piece of land...

It's hard to believe let alone imagine that these barren rocks were used to be lush, beautiful landmarks of utmost serenity rivaled only the forests of Finon Mir, yet, like the rest of the wonders of our world, Convocation had taken its toll, leaving behind only these blasphemous remains of rock and dust...

Do not mistake this paradise for tranquil waters, beauty is the most prized after all...