Centuries and centuries ago, the Great War finally quieted down. Where the rivers of blood had soaked into the scorched earth, kingdoms of men rose up. And peace reigned.
Gnomes in underground forges forge metal, perfecting their ancient craft. In the uninhabited wastelands, savage ogres hunt sand wolves. And in the secret Forest Keeps, the High People preserve ancient knowledge. But there are places where the familiar world cracks, and these cracks bleed with hordes of creatures from other, alien worlds—worlds that have no names in human languages. Those terrible places are called—The Shallows (the Thresholds). They have always been there—these Thresholds. And there have always been those who, sacredly, fulfill their duty: to protect Mankind from the Creature. Their name is the Knights of the Threshold.