In the trackless wastes of a ruined world…

…the Holy Empire of Aritika has ruled its continent-spanning mass for nearly a millennium. History has been made by the will of men and women who seek nothing more than control. Blood is the currency of which the Empire is most familiar, having started from small beginnings, led toward the oppression of every other race at its hands.

A prophecy was spoken by an oracle more than a century before, that all empires must one day fall, and all people must one day taste freedom and know the freedom to make choices on their own; that all of the souls that drift eternally, waiting for the peace that has been denied them by the Empire’s denial of the ancient gods will one day find their solace.

Perhaps that day has come.

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Drifting Sands, Drifting Souls

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