Songborn

Born of song

Weaned of blood

Raised in conflict

They thrive in violence

For they are chaos embodied

These forgotten old words may soon engulf the land of Pujagathvi as war crosses the Border Mountains and reaches the kingdom of Kadambavaram. What starts as a mere war of conquest soon spirals into something far worse and nothing is safe; for even the Gods cower in fear when they realize what has been set in motion.

Forgotten legends rise from obscurity laying waste to armies and kingdoms alike. Magic matters little when scores are settled in blood. Words may all well be useless for noting will sate them until a certain head is rolling on the floor.

An age-old conspiracy threatens to be heard and the fate of entire Pujagathvi may well rest on how much of it is unveiled. Time and tide wait for none – even if they are Gods.