Plot
The player is greeted by a barbarian shaman, Hjollder, who reveals that he has visions of a great conflict and that the player's party is the key to stop it. Player journeys to Lonelywood, where he discovers that the great barbarian force is gathering nearby, threatening to destroy the Ten Towns. The force is led by Wylfdene, great barbarian warlord who has returned from the dead with the soul of Jerrod in his body, and is now eager to strike the Ten Towns in the name of Tempos.
The party journeys to the camp and meets Wylfdene himself, the back-from-the-dead barbarian chief. Hjollder believes that something is wrong with him, and is exiled from the barbarian camp. The party finds exiled Hjollder in the barbarian burial grounds, plagued by undead and spirits. Here, they discover that it is not Jerrod who resides within Wylfdene's resurrected body.
Now, the only way to discover the truth is to find the Seer, an old woman with vast mystic force. The party journeys to the Gloomfrost, where they find the Seer. She reveals that it's the soul of great white wyrm, Icasaracht, who inhabits the Wylfdene body and seeks to wage war.
After settling all their business in Lonelywood, the party returns to the barbarian camp, where the Seer herself approaches Wylfdene. She is killed by him, but is successful with exorcising the dragon spirit from his body. The last task of the player's party is to journey to the Sea of Moving Ice where Icasaracht's Citadel is located. There, they battle through her minions (including barbarians, trolls, sahuagins) and ultimately find the White Dragon Icasaracht herself. They kill her, but in order to destroy her soul, they also shattered the Soul Stone of Icasaracht, the very one that she intended to use to be immortal.
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