An epic fantasy fueled with supernatural medieval combat, planar warfare, myth, magic and betrayal.
This night under the first light of Istora a traveler of countless worlds arrives.
The cries of the forsaken have been answered, a last hope is given. Let it not be said that they were treated unfairly, for the fire beneath was forged by their own hands.
In the most unlikely of places. A group is gathered
Kalen—"Purpose is service, find your purpose." Familiar words whispering through clouded memories. On newly formed legs he stands in front of a mirror studying the reflection of a stranger.
Flicker—Awakes from another tortured sleep. Bloody knuckles, black smoke whisky on her breath. Checking a wobbly tooth with her tongue she grins, a halfling's life is not for the faint of heart.
Garrett—A hammer smashing against his flank, splitting the scale with a violence few could survive. He stumbles, drops to one knee then raises the visor of his helm. Broken rib already knitting, he nods at the stunned master of arms. Grabbing up his weapon he returns to his feet.
Catori—A spring wind flutters through her feathers as she navigates the dense trees of the Mystic. The sensation that she must find what's missing burning inside her. A century of searching yet she's no closer than when she started.
When everyone you meet could be both friend and enemy, who can you trust?
