Klialoquan lies ruined, overturned by the wrath of its god. Small bands of exiles make their way across the sea only to find more turmoil awaits them. The Green Folk have been seen in the foothills of the mountains for the first time in a thousand years, new priests emerge and wreck vengeance and terror on those who will not follow their god, and Gaveron, Emperor of Aranar, has raised again the banners of Imperial Velnora.
Three thousand years ago, the Kings of Lindrold defied the Emperor and freed their lands. Now only the lesser sons of greater fathers stand between Gaveron and his dream of immortal glory.
Come, you little nations who wreck and squabble. In submission there will be peace: you shall be my subjects, and I will be as god to you.