Elminster's Doom

It was the Eve of the Time of Troubles. The chaos of spilled blood, lawless strife, monsters unleashed, and avatars roaming Faerûn was still to come. Unbeknownst to mortals, the gods had been summoned together, and among them was Mystra, grown proud and willful in the passing eons. With the others, she was about to be stripped of her goodhood.

The secret of her power gave her an idea. She made certain preparations, looking always for one who would be her successor... But until that person's ascension, her power must be preserved.

A lone mortal must carry the greater share of her divine energy until the power could be reclaimed, and it was the fate of this mortal to risk being destroyed or driven wild, involuntary and without warning.

This was the occasion of Elminster's Doom.

The Shadow Over Faerûn

The Time of Troubles had arrived. The chaos of spilled blood, lawless strife, monsters unleashed, and avatars roaming Faerûn had come.

But wrathful and warring gods were not Faerûn's only problem.

The dreaded and insidious Shadowmasters had seized the opportunity to increase their influence and power while Mystra and her minions were otherwise engaged. The Shadowmasters had woven a magical cloak of spells that would render the wearer invisible to their rival's magic.

The shadow over Faerûn spreads.

The Shadow Spreads

The Time of Troubles had almost passed. The chaos of spilled blood, lawless strife, monsters unleashed, and avatars roaming Faerûn was reaching an end.

However, not so Those Walk in Shadow.

The dreaded and insidious Shadowmasters realize that they have one last chance to seize control while chaos wreaks havoc on all of the Realms, and in doing so seal the fate of not just their archenemy Elminster, but of all Mystra's minions as well.

Darkness threatens to envelop all Faerûn.

The shadows loom.