The year is 1374 DR. Sixteen years have passed since the Time of Troubles, when the gods were made humble, and forced to wander the Realms as mortals. With the ascension of the mad god Cyric, Prince of Lies, and the recent return of the tyrant god Bane, Lord of Darkness, the future of Faerûn seems increasingly uncertain. It falls to bold individuals who possess an abundance of cunning, might, and determination to shape the future... should they be up to the challenge.

You awaken from your unexpected slumber to find yourself in a majestic dining hall of sculpted marble, decorated by tapestries portraying the landscapes of scenic locations and stony busts of figures which you do not recognize. The entire wall to your left is dedicated to a massive window, from which you can comfortably view the clouded sky, the vivid gardens, and the the city up to the massive bell at its heart. Hastily, you pat yourself down - no injuries, all belongings accounted for. You are seated on a cushioned mahogany chair at the end of an extensive stone table.

"Did you enjoy my garden?" Asks a feminine voice, bright and silvery. "The flowers are from the plane of Elysium. Such a beautiful fragrance can be... overstimulating for some." At the opposite end of the table sits a human girl at the last stage of her adolescence with an air of regality about her. Sporting a sophisticated garb of scarlet silk and gold thread which makes even your finest dress seem modest by compare, her effortless natural beauty and fiery head of hair leads you to question if you are in the presence of Lady Firehair's avatar. "Sune?" You wonder aloud.