Prelude

In a time, not long forgottenIn a place where magic still livesTrusted ChancellorGuardian of TalusSeized power from his noble kingIt became a grave situationMonarch exiled and stricken downKnights they gathered, few in numberThe days of Heroes had long passedThere they stood, ready for vengeanceBravely awaiting the forces of evilHordes they cameCountless in numberThey betrayer ledStronger than beforeThe sands of time were falling fasterAs the reaper waits for his flockWarriors outnumberedOn the field of warForced to flee to the mountain insideHere we are beaten and surrenderedThey shouted to the silent stoneWaiting wearilyThe unexpected came