Though many ages have come and gone. Our story shall begin in the eighth-age of this world. The year Is 8567th of the Argos Calendar. The Emperor is dead, leaving the human Empire leaderless, and divided. The Dwarves busy themselves with the clinking of coins. The elves and their kin guard their forest borders with a vigilant eye. Not bothering with others, and not tolerate to others bothering them. The three great races in their individual desire for power, coin, and pride have given way to the rise of an old enemy. A dark Lord of a forgotten time and era. His armies march on the free lands; decimating all in it's path. Now it is up to the new candidate for the throne, Carlxz Frankxz, to unite the divided lands of the domain of men and to reforge alliance with the Lords of both the new and old world, before the coming apocalypses consumes this world, and the world at world's end.