Publisher's Synopsis
"War is coming? I think not. War has been here, is here, and will continue to be here until
such a time that the Gods see fit to rid the World of the Pestilence of so called Intelligent beings.
It is within our very nature to covet, desire, and try to obtain those things that belong
to our neighbors, be they man or beast. Thus, conflict is inevitable." - Attributed to William
of the Legian, Wise Beyond his years.
The World of Legian is populated by countless races, with many names that I would not attempt
to pronounce. For simplicity's sake, we will refer to all races by the names given to
them by men.
Legian has been forever at War, and for a very good reason, if one is even necessary. This
deserves explanation if only to prepare you for the World you have entered.
When the Gods created our World and its Denizens, they also ensured it's, and their destruction.
After all, why come back and clean up your mess if you can get someone else to do it.
As they left this Realm, they promised two things. One, that they would return at a time
suited only to themselves. Two, that the race that proved itself most worthy by the number of
souls claimed throughout the Ages, would ascend to the Heavens and live in Paradise among
the Gods themselves.
They left the 12 Great Abaci to keep track of the score as the bodies began to pile up.
Their last act was to create the Legian itself. This very skilled military force was given a
Mission. To make sure no one race ever got too far ahead or became too dominant. To this
end, the Legian has always found a reason to declare War on the strongest, using politics and
espionage to hide the real reason.
The ranks of the Legian believe their mission is to defend the weak.
Only the 3 High Marshalls know the truth. That the members of the Legian, and only them,
will ascend to live among the Gods.
