The land is in ruins, and the enemy roam the surface of the planet, with only a few kingdoms still standing after the death of the empire, ending the age of the old world two hundred years ago, and paving the way for the future of the new. The baleful sun has set on the world, and the only light that shines are the twinkling of distant stars, the chill gaze of the moon, and the ever present star in the north. In an era where kingdoms rise and crumble by the whims of fate, where heroes rise and fall by the dozens, who will rise to bring an end to the conflict?