Outcast from the place of his birth for his 'lower blood', and never accepted where he grew up for his outsider features, a Half-elf must learn to cope. But never did either the realm of humans nor elves think that such a bastard could attain the great power of arcane words blended with martial prowess. But attain he did, with power rivalling that of either parents. He is more than a match for whatever comes his way. He has nobody to love, but everything to prove. The time of the bastard is soon upon us. Then, all will be one. The one shall be Retribution...

The air shall be filled with words and arrows, as the might of the bastard rains down destruction and a cleansing fire of justice and terribly beauty. For it is written, in some of the ancient texts, that there will be a time of devastation upon the worlds of Elves and Humans. This time, neither might recover. The End, in a shower of death and purity, will come slowly to some, but to all it shall come. When all is done, the price will have been paid.