For so long we have been living in a Prison and we didn't even know it. Our ancestors have been a mystery to us, our history hidden behind the veil of conflict. Until recently all we knew was that Heramacles has led us to the Citadel and here we stayed, defending against the hordes of Calebii that attacked every year. It did not seem strange to us that the attackers ignored our crops when they marched towards us, or that they scaled down their attacks in the planting and growing seasons. This was how it had always been and so it was natural.

Ten years ago the outsiders arrived. The Farseekers Chareos, Madra, Rhyan and Amos. Chareos became our Protector and they taught us of the outside world, they taught us how to read and then how to fight on the offensive. Seven years ago the power of Heramacles our revered ancestor was revealed to a few chosen individuals. We have seen the sky blaze with two suns. We saw an island fall out of the sky and create a tidal wave which swept away our enemies and our crops. The mercenary band known as The Tribe reside on Amnor now, and ships of the Lions fleet sail in and out of the port at Dun nCaleb. Our oldest history has been revealed to be completely different than that we thought and the Calebii have been replaced on the lower part of the island by an Empire thought long destroyed. Our home was taken from us by a dark force known as the Conclave and the citadel revealed as a mighty magical weapon. In order to take our home back the citadel walls and the magic contained within were destroyed.

The world has changed and Armengar must stand ready to face the new dawn.