In the realm of Credo, the land lies divided. The region's continents ruled by the old lords and ladies of the land, once pillars of great power and honor, now ruins buried by the sands of time and falling ash from the Great War.
The fires of war razed the once truly glorious lands of Credo. The ashes of the battle flow like a river deep into the southwest. This river flows from the urban civilizations of Credo, from the outskirts of the graveyard of the Great War and into a sea of sand. And above that sea like a mighty ship stands unbroken cliff side kingdom of Rhama.
In Rhama, the desert sands and winds are fickle, one moment calm and gentle, the next blistering and blinding. The inhabitants of the cliff side cities pride themselves on their tenacity and hardiness to endure and survive. The desert wastelands are also home to violent lightening storms that strike with so much heat and intensity, that now lakes of glass can be found throughout the dunes.
Beast tamers, pyromancers, mercenaries, soldiers, and assassins. Only some of the toughest stock is born and bred to fight for the desert kingdom.
A powerful military family guards the throne and charges forces against enemies of the crown.
The sands of time ebb and flow for all souls in Rhama like the sea itself. For a human assassin for the crown, will the current lead him to answers or sink him in a tide of despair? Only the sands of time will tell...