It has been twenty years since Reymus, the King's envious
younger brother, left Rorq to occupy the wastelands of the east.
Driven by an insatiable ambition for power and personal
satisfaction, Reymus has since forged the eastern lands into a
kingdom of his own. Now he looks to the west; to the kingdom of his
fathers, with only the neighboring land of Devlorn in between him
and his prize. It is in times like these that men of selfish
ambition weave their webs of craftiness and deceit, and men of
honor rise up to defend what is true. But in the end, what
difference does it make for the good or for the bad? War and death
consumes both the just and the unjust alike. In the west, the hope
of all rests with one man. But can freedom endure and justice hold
true against the test of time as one generation comes after the
other? Or in the end, is it all truly vanity?