Fifteen are summoned, from fifteen lands by fifteen ancient tools to destroy the blight that is the Netherlands. It has gone unchecked too long. The land's smoky miasma is on the verge of consuming all in its path and turning all that inhale it into mind controlled zombies. The tulips have stopped growing and the windmills no longer spin. Even the sea is starting retreat, before its too late. It is down to the fifteen to cleanse it.

The question is who is friend and who is foe. It's certainly not the Dutch.