And here is a teaser of the beginning of the campaign
Over the hills the hollow notes of bonepipes ring, and long banks of mistlike smoke waft across the land from a hundred burning villages. From the plains to the east and across the desertlands a shadow moves. From the east, always from the east the undead horror comes, and the lands tremble in terror.
The Xilian Empire, long since gone into haunted memory, split into a myriad tiny kingdoms now shatter before the uncoming dead advance like bugs trod under armored boot. What the undead do not destroy the fear does, driving them to feast on their own, their neighbours, on old enemies alike. Civil strife is the fruit of fear, and fear is the seed the undead sow as they push darkness before them.
In Axanilia, the kingdom of your families, borderbarons now scramble to secure their hold on their feifdom, fortifying their towers and halls, while farmers and traders flee the encroaching shadow.
It is the age of strife, the age of fear and of blasphemy, but it is also the age of heroes.