The first to feel it
Antonica
Qeynos, Freeport and the Commonlands. Where most legends begin — and where the shadow will be felt first.
A Shadow Over Norrath
A rift has torn the fabric of the cosmos, and the Planes of Malevolence are bleeding into the world. Norrath must unite — or fall.
The epic tale
Not the History You Remember
From the celestial libraries · a page that should not exist
This is not the history written in the celestial libraries. The scholars of Norrath recorded every war of gods and mortals, every expansion of the world beyond the known maps — but they never recorded this.
A dangerous rift has torn open the fabric of the cosmos, linking Norrath directly to the Planes of Malevolence. What waits on the other side is not a god, and it did not come from any plane the scholars ever charted.
Every legendary dragon slain, every epic weapon forged and every level gained is written into a new record now — one that follows you across every world of the Malevolent Multiverse.
A living threat
The Planes Are Bleeding Through
Through this jagged planar gateway, a dark lord from an entirely separate universe has finally breached our reality. Armed with immense, reality-bending power, his corrupting shadow is spilling across the continents — threatening to consume the gods themselves.
Norrath must unite, or fall to an empire older than time.
Norrath in shadow
Every Continent. Every Plane.
The rift does not respect borders. From the Commonlands to the Planes of Power, the shadow spreads wherever it can reach.
Elven woods, gnomish clockwork
Faydwer
Old magic and older forests. Whether they are enough is another question.
The Iksar homeland
Kunark
A continent that has watched empires rise and fall before. It knows the signs.
The frozen continent
Velious
Giants, dragons and wars older than memory — and every one of them is paying attention now.
Beyond the sky
Luclin
The moon itself, close enough to feel the planar tide pulling at it.
Beneath it all
The Deep Places
Blackburrow, the old crypts, the forgotten tunnels. The shadow always finds the dark first.
Unite or fall
Every Class Has a Seat at the Campfire
Stand Together
Old rivalries between the cities of Norrath matter less than they did yesterday. The planes do not care who you worshipped.
Hold the Line
Camp the rare spawn, clear the crypt, raid the plane. Every victory pushes the shadow back an inch.
Leave a Legacy
Your deeds here build a permanent record on your global account — one that travels with you across the Multiverse.