All these long years, the most powerful of The Incar
had focused the whole of their energies on holding
The Black Door shut. It was the treachery of the
exiled king, Rictus, and his sorcerer, Baphomet,
that undid the spells binding the door. It swung
wide and the Pitborn poured through. Trieste
and The Saint of Blades had developed a strategy
with forces stationed throughout the land in an
attempt to compensate for their inferior numbers.
Though the peoples of Haran fought well and
bravely, it was a futile effort and Trieste had always
known that it would be. When all of the forces of
each race were pushed to the frozen wastes for a
final confrontation with Abaddon and his forces, Trieste
disappeared. Seeing this, the others fled – all but
The Saint of Blades and his followers, The White
Blades. They fought to the last and The Saint of Blades,
though he could not die, was beaten into a supernatural
sleep by Abaddon himself.

Trieste had not fled in fear; she left in secret to seal
shut the gate with an act of self-sacrifice that honored
all who had died in battle. With her own heartsblood,
she sealed shut the gate and the creatures of The
Abyss were sent back to their foul realm. So has it
been for centuries, Haran on one side of the door, The
Abyss on the other. Trieste is gone, much of the old
lore is lost, the peoples of Haran are scattered and
few, and now, the door opens again…