A world of Kings, great and minor, who did great deeds and built greater monuments to them, so that they would live forever.

Of an empire that was built under the eyes of honoured gods, stretching past imagination, bounty and wealth without measure.

Coveted by barbarians, monsters, and beasts. Defended by blood, bronze, and the divine magics of death and light.

Where the dead were given more lavish an existence than the living, the Gods reward for the harvest of life"

A golden path, an existence as kings of eternity, a life without want in a heaven without end.

I have woken from that dream, a dream which was a lie. There is no golden path, no beauty in eternal life. There is only the dead, and their ashes.

Now my kingdom is my prison, its sands and ruins both my chains and my power. Taunted by the richness of the living that I long to touch again.

Time has moved on, and all memories pass.

Yet I will be remembered, I will be known.

It will be through 'you' that I shall again walk this world..."



