Seriously tho, with all of the press and good feeling about the game going around before its been released, this game will be one of the top 3 (if not the top) game for 2012 I am already sure of. I'm excited for the future of the game already.

Congrats to Arcane Wonders and all the people who have worked hard to bring this game to where it is.

I'd really like to see how an undead spell book would look like. That could be pretty cool

Man, it feels like Mom and Dad just told me that I got something really cool for Christmas, but have to wait a whole month to see what it is. Oh well, I can't wait to see how the story unfolds. From what I've seen this world is very fleshed out and much more interesting that I was thinking it'd be.

I'll have to check out Mage's Realm and talk to them once I get back to the States at the end of the month. I actually only heard of them recently so I think they opened up after I left the area a couple of years ago. Where is it exactly?

The library had a warmth to it. Books lined the walls on all sides, different titles written on the spine in as many languages as there were books. Light poured into the library from a small window that was placed on the far wall, giving the wizard a fine view of the room. A large painting hung meticulously over the fire place, that currently had a nice fire going inside of it, and along smaller shelves were small, magical instruments and tools that the wizard had collected over the years. The wizard absent mindedly thumbed through the book that sat on his lap, his mind currently elsewhere as it was prone to do.  The page he had landed on had the image of a demon printed on its fine, weathered page. The wizard didn't need to look at the words to know it was Moloch. " Damn warlocks, they never have a new spell," he said as he slammed the book and shut and got up. He placed the book on the shelf. Stepping back, he looked at his books. He could make our books belonging to the Church of Asyra, books that belonged to Warlock and Beastmasters and other wizards too. He saw books that belonged to as many different wizards as he could count.

He turned to face the door. " I guess its time to collect another book then," he said as he began to walk out. His name is Tomasu, a Wizard of Sortilege and collector of spellbooks. He takes the books from those he defeats in the arena.

Could you tell us a little more about the Straywood? What were the Leafcutter Wars and who was it between?

The way that I see my Warlock is that he was a poor farmer living peacefully with his family. One day, a group of Ivarium soldiers approached his farmstead and wanted to spend the night there. He refused, on account of the fact that they didn't have enough room already for the three of them, but this outraged the Ivarium soldier. He ordered his men to burn down the house. As the Warlock and his family fled, his wife was killed by an Ivarium archer and his son had an arrow placed in his back. By luck, the boy was still alive - but barely. He quickly picked up the boy, jumped onto his horse and rode towards the forest.

Knowing that his son was in grave danger, he raced as fast as he could to the headquarters of the Church of Asyra, knowing that their holy magics could restore the ill and those who were gravely injured. He rode day and night, seeing his son's condition get worse and worse the closer they got. Once there, he grabbed his boy in his arms and rushes to the church. Feverishly, with the crazy eyes of a man full of desperation, he begged the Prestess' for their help. They looked at the boy, but his wounds were too grave, their hands were tied - they could not help him no more. As his son passed away in his arms, the man began to weep and cry. He stayed with his boy for a week in the Church, nobody had the heart to move him. When the time came, he slowly got up and left the Church, downtrodden and without hope.

In his heart, there burned hatred. This was the spark that would change his life. He came to a small inn nearby the Church and sat there. A strange man came to his table and asked him what's wrong. As the farmer opened up, the stranger could feel the rage that was laying behind the farmers words. " I have friends," the man whispered secretly to the farmer's ears, " we can help you. Make things right. We can't bring back your boy, but we can back the soldiers who wounded him and the Priestess' who for the most part let him die pay," the man said.

The rest is history. The farmer took the stranger up on his offer, he swore a pact to the Crown in return for the power to destroy his enemies. He tested his power out on the soldiers who burned down his house, destroying them to the last men. He hunts down members of the Church of Asyra, making them pay for their inaction. He is the Warlock. And these were his first moves in a much older and greater game.