"An age of stagnation has fallen upon Yggdrasil, the Tree of Worlds. The False God has enslaved all of Creation to his will, all are bound to his command by the Chains of Fate. He wrestles control of Yggdrasil from itself and the great cosmic tree wrestles back, creating no progress, leaving the Realms in forever stalemate. It is an age of dying Kings and forgotten heroes, Empires of Olde struggling to hold onto what little remains of their diminished power. King Mordred the Black Dragon commands The Order of the Dragons Head, dying from his throne on Camelot. His proud and arrogant Lords squabble amongst themsleves, fear has gripped the heart of that stalwart order. The Golden Age Empire is no more, broken and shattered by a civil war. A war of sucession over the throne of the Late Empress Kalliroi. From it's ashes three new Empires arose, all seeking to destroy the other. The Temple of Khaos leads a horde of Daemons acorss creation, entire galaxies are consumed by Khaos and sacrifiaced to the primordial goddess Vanya. However, there is one other player at work here. One whose Legend has yet to be writ ..."
Courage is not acting in the absence of fear. It is acting in spite of it.
