Travel to the fantasy world of Kambarington, where the Elves, Dwarves, Half Elves and Humans must band together to defeat an old nemesis, Baltazor. Our heroes travel from the Other Place, where they were exiled after the Great War, to the fantasy world of Kambarington in order to form a coalition of the races to face the Horde Lord and his minions.To me, Kambarington and the Lake are real. On a quiet night (or day), if I can close my eyes, I can smell the different smells of the cities, the smells of the bakeries, the blacksmiths, the harbor with its fishing boats, as well as the stables. I can hear the voices of the citizens, going about their day, hawking their wares, chatting with their friends, the sounds of children playing in the streets. I can feel the wet breeze coming off the sea, as well as the cool breeze of the mountains, or the warm breeze of the plains. I can taste the life that is new around me, though this world is quite old. I can taste the strong bitter lagers in the taverns of Sunnaria, or the sweet wines of Ippswich, the heavy meads of Caraway, and the light ales of Susquehonia. It is a world that I know as if it were my home, but then...maybe it is.