The Ruins of the Sea Kings spread far to the west of the Auf Ka Mountains on the southern most penninsula of Vima, largest continent on the planet Refuge. Even the shimmer of the mountains’ thermal vents did not distract from the cityscape’s strange aura.
Lord Azrael the All-knowing, fallen Falosini Sovereign stood on the cracked red stone of the peak of the tallest of the Auf Ka Mountains. The winds whipped around his armored form, but his six long black wings were pulled in tight to prevent an errant gust from driving him from the pinnacle. Looking down with eyes like blue stars glowing in the impenetrable blackness of his cowl, Azrael felt a presence reaching out from the cursed ruins.
It was still living, or at least some consciousness, some throbbing Will was plotting planning, and waiting.
The year according to the Earthers was 2218 After Refuge, and Azrael knew it would be barely a year before the being known as the Warmonger, his greatest foe, was released and would be triumphantly defeated once again.
Azrael knew this because every thing he had done for Aeons had been focused on these upcoming years. In defeating Warmonger this time, Azrael would force the Ancient Evil to draw power from other dimensions he had conquered at the expense of his power there.
But there was a stirring here, far to the south of the Earther Colonies, past the deep deserts far into the Goblin Lands (as the Earthers derogitorily called these lands). Something that could upset every carefully laid plan that Azrael had made.
It involved an angry K’iorn Grandfather, and an Ascended Being who was close to losing his faith. And here as Azrael watched and waited, The Nngao was stalking an Earther dressed as a Church of One Paladin.