Oathbound

I remember the time before the Last Reclamation.

An aeon before the Harbingers betrayed their god to herald the rise of a forgotten King. An age when we fought against the flames of desolation and contended with Fate. Before courage was abandoned to an ashen grave.

Before I died-and awoke with an Undying curse.

Before the Awakening of Inathis.

I question if the Empress would continue her conquest if she knew what watched from within the Twilightmists. If she knew what ancient and devious conspiracy haunted her Throne. If she knew the truth of the Abandonment. If she knew Ereban belonged to the Pallid King-or remained a mausoleum to an Undying god.

The Comic and the Betrayer-this is the rumour of our murmured tragedy. Caught between a sea of unrelenting isles and a citadel of stone. How will our fate be remembered? Would it be a Song of kings and empresses, legionnaires and alchemists-murderer and Undying-bound to an inescapable fate? Or, Written amidst schemes and conspiracies, corruption and deception, horror and humour?

I do not know our fate-but as we descend into the Void-the only comfort I have left is knowing that from the beginning, our judgment is death.

-From the Apologue of Inathis, written in the Cypher of Palinaris