The land of Eremir is slowly descending into an age of darkness. The mad king Cydren has scorned the Gods through his conquest for power, and they, in turn, have abandoned him and his subjects. Formerly a prosperous land, it is now torn by famine, war, death, and disease. Once the rulers of both sky and sea, dragons are subjugated, forced to pull carts and killed for their teeth, scales, wings, and bones. Cities rise and fall in the blink of an eye, land plagued by disasters borne from the Gods' fury. Villages, homes, families crushed by the cruel hands of the all-seeing.

You are a lone wanderer, the sole survivor of an attack by a marauding brigade of Orc bandits. Things weren't always this way, but after the King burnt the last great Orc city to ash, he contracted any surviving warriors he could get his hands on to pillage and destroy under his name.

The wind smells of smoke, thick and acrid, clinging to your lungs. Something is burning, filling the air with gray smoke that hurts to breathe. You trudge on, ignoring the inferno.

Who are you, traveller? And why are you making this journey?