It has been said that everything that is powerful will one day come under siege.
And that was the fate of all Empires, particularly here, in this strange and wild land, with war brewing on every frontier of Innisfail.
It wasn’t the lances, swords, and axes that would win this war, it was the
people behind them, and those who would lead them, the choices and decisions they would make or neglect, the courage and heart they would show, and of course, a good Mage or two would never hurt. For
Morgin Grenfell, a High Duke in the Western Outlands of the empire, it would first become a battle with grief over the loss of both friendship and love, and a disturbing confrontation with the one
man he had set out to defend, the Emperor of Innisfail. The heart of civilization on this wild continent, Innisfail was the only empire still standing after Starfall, when the Gods hurled a
falling star at Old Mindemoya, and crushed its thousand year old history in the blinding flash of a single moment.
Starfall was now the name of a very special
place in the desert, and it is there that one Wilem Doran finds himself awakening one morning in the center of a vast crater, bewildered and lost in what seems like an impossible dream. The only
things that remain of his old life of service with the 2nd New Zealand Corps in General
Montgomery’s 8th Army were the weapons he carried, and his odd clothing and helm.