Blood rains from the heavens as the elements despair. The very gates of Hell,
the land of death, have been seized by the Shadow. In the realms of Anuire, even
the dead are unable to seek a final peace ...
Diemed and the Coalition stands divided. Their alliance with Lord Kalien and with the Avans is falling, and with it, their assault on the Boeruinean lands. Prince Avan has been forced to retreat to his land, refusing the promises of “Emperor” Kalien in exchange for command of his own destiny. The Boeruineans, too, march south, but their armies are too weak to claim vengeance upon the Avanese ... for now.
The Eastern civil war has ended, and the Lion of the
East stands before his destiny with new fire in his eyes. The Eastern realms
are reborn, but their unity may have come too late. The Lion of the East must
learn to come to terms with the struggle in his soul. They have recaptured Ansien,
but the armies of the Ghoerian have not forgotten the sting of defeat.
Tristan Stoutheart stands against the blood and fury that has swallowed his family, leading the last of the Imperial Legion back towards honor and glory. Yet in his struggle, he must question his friends’s right to lead, and risk his own honor in the quest to save the remnants of the Empire.
The Mhorean armies stand divided, and Lady Mhor marches into Markazor with a huge army of loyal Mhorans. There, the Mhorans will find death ...
The devoted to Healyn search throughout the “Empire” for their words of faith, only to find it in the hands of their own commanded to defend it with their very life. Yet half of the wisdom is lost, stolen by shadows and lies, and the future of the Empire may be lost with it. They may be the last hope of a dying Empire - an Empire with an empty throne.
Alone, the “Emperor” sits in the halls of ruined Imperial Palace, whose halls are still stained by the blood of his kinsmen, and his eyes have turned as black as death. Sarimie struggles to aid her dying “Emperor”, but the Shadow within him grows stronger with each falling breath. The Iron Throne is empty, and the armies march across the plains of a once-great Empire. He murmurs of battles past, and his eyes light with fire. But then the Shadow rises, and his eyes flicker to ash.
The Darkness has come. The Shadow has returned. It is the Time of Man, the fall of Man, and the final days of Cerilia.
Diemed and the Coalition stands divided. Their alliance with Lord Kalien and with the Avans is falling, and with it, their assault on the Boeruinean lands. Prince Avan has been forced to retreat to his land, refusing the promises of “Emperor” Kalien in exchange for command of his own destiny. The Boeruineans, too, march south, but their armies are too weak to claim vengeance upon the Avanese ... for now.
The Eastern civil war has ended, and the Lion of the
East stands before his destiny with new fire in his eyes. The Eastern realms
are reborn, but their unity may have come too late. The Lion of the East must
learn to come to terms with the struggle in his soul. They have recaptured Ansien,
but the armies of the Ghoerian have not forgotten the sting of defeat.Tristan Stoutheart stands against the blood and fury that has swallowed his family, leading the last of the Imperial Legion back towards honor and glory. Yet in his struggle, he must question his friends’s right to lead, and risk his own honor in the quest to save the remnants of the Empire.
The Mhorean armies stand divided, and Lady Mhor marches into Markazor with a huge army of loyal Mhorans. There, the Mhorans will find death ...
The devoted to Healyn search throughout the “Empire” for their words of faith, only to find it in the hands of their own commanded to defend it with their very life. Yet half of the wisdom is lost, stolen by shadows and lies, and the future of the Empire may be lost with it. They may be the last hope of a dying Empire - an Empire with an empty throne.
Alone, the “Emperor” sits in the halls of ruined Imperial Palace, whose halls are still stained by the blood of his kinsmen, and his eyes have turned as black as death. Sarimie struggles to aid her dying “Emperor”, but the Shadow within him grows stronger with each falling breath. The Iron Throne is empty, and the armies march across the plains of a once-great Empire. He murmurs of battles past, and his eyes light with fire. But then the Shadow rises, and his eyes flicker to ash.
The Darkness has come. The Shadow has returned. It is the Time of Man, the fall of Man, and the final days of Cerilia.
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