In the dark marshes of the Feerot and Innothule, whispers of an ancient power have once again been spoken. The winds, usually filled with the foul scent of death, carry with it now the taste of fear.

His name is spoken amongst the creatures of the dark lands.
Haelrox, the Lord of Storms is come.

He has reappeared once again in Norrath to bring worthy sons and daughters away to new adventures. Upon his arrival, mighty ogre and troll warriors flew with great speed to Innothule, journeying from the four ends of Norrath to return home and heed the call of Haelrox.