The year is 327 in the Age of the Second Sun. Under the reign of a new King, Kyldar is prospering. Well, the nobles are prospering. The people in the Lower City, the tradesmen and the poor folk, are starving. Every last ceur is being squeezed out of them to help finance the King as he goes on his hunting parties or refurbishes his large rooms. But no one complains. They know that if they say a word, they'll be taking a trip to the Dungeons with the King's Guard. No one wants to be put in an underground cell where the torturers are much too fond of their trade. So they keep quiet.

Until now.

There are those who believe that a different King is needed. Factions have started to be organized against the King. Riots have broken out in the streets. The roads of Kyldar are no longer safe to walk. No one knows who to trust, for when the rebels aren't fighting the King's soldiers they're fighting amongst one another. The whole City is in chaos, panic is on every side. Where once it was the land of light and laughter, it now is the City of blood. The City of lies.

Times are changing. The mountains are shaking and roaring, filled with strange beasts. Strangers have begun to make their way into the City. Strangers who some claim to have pointed ears or mismatched eyes. Strangers that have been forgotten and unheard of for a long time. Dangerous strangers. People you want to avoid. Rumor has it that they want to see one of their own on the throne. Yet who knows? Some of the newcomers seem to be helping the rebels, while others have been seen in the King's entourage. Are they working for their own pure gain?

It is impossible to stay on the fence. Those who wish to are dragged down into the battle, whether they like it or not. Which side will win? Anything is possible in the

Kingdom of Kyldar