Steel rang out in an epic clash of wills, as an empire once fallen into disrepair unites around a hero from another world. So little is known of this man, who wields the blade and decides the fate of kings, but I know him for who he is. He is the savior of our people and the man, who saved my life.
On the world of Ayanathorim there is realm of seven kingdoms surrounded by a sea of enemies. These seven kingdoms from the great time before have been the standard bearers of the one true faith, but no more. Their power has fallen. Their doctrine of belief, which was their strength has now become twisted and they are without knowledge of even how to please El Elyon, the one true God, any longer. Some do not desire to serve in the old ways, as the temptations of surrounding nations seem a more worthwhile pursuit. Weak is what they have become. Indecision and petty rivalries have weakened them to the point that the surrounding peoples, who were once as slaves to them, have now become their masters. War is coming and the strength of the seven kingdoms is no more for they have lost their love for all that is good and right and become the children of fear, when power was theirs by right.