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It is said that in troubled times that a ruler will come forth. One who is fair, impartial, and as cold as the arctic winter. From distant lands he moves closer to those who cry out their anger to the skies. The outrage and strife of a nation fuels him. As swiftly as night falls, he descends and purges all who refuse to bow before him. The three nations he eyes with lust are doomed.

Born a simple man, strife, malice, and a thirst for power have warped the young man into a monster. One who knows skill with blades and incantations alike. One who has learned to bend the dark forces to his will.

He hears every cry in the night and draws ever nearer, but not to help. Returned from his eternal slumber, he's come back to reforge the world in his own vision.


(Meh, shut up. I still battle with writer's block.)