There are years of much and years of little, years of great hunger and years of bare content.
But gods spare us the years of bone and ash.
Years of Bone and Ash
Across the sweep of the Roman Empire a new age has broken. An age where the Hun, the Vandal, the Saxon and the Goth challenge Rome’s iron rule. An age where the ancient mysteries of the druids and their gods are little more than a dim flicker within the souls of men and women across Britannia. An age where the gods of old fade, their jaded indifference cast against the nascent certitudes of a Christian Trinity. This is an age balanced upon the cusp of shattering change, a celestial season gravid with perilous convergences where the improbable, the impossible, the fantastical will find form and substance; where febrile dreams are want to reshape reality itself.
The Years of Bone and Ash chronicles the conquest of Earth in the Fifth Century by the Krîll of Krîl-lôc, a people from an alternate universe. A conquest that will push mankind to the brink of extermination before a desperate band of survivors gambles everything for the chance to strike back and save their world. Bound within a prophesy’s doom, it is the story of Terra’s destruction, a tale of exile and faith, of two ages and the pledge that spans them, and of two worlds woven tightly into a legacy’s tapestry. A legacy wrought in passion and desperate hope, in sacrifice and courage against the ruin of despair.
History was written with our blood. What then of our dreams?
~ Our Legacy by Dael ap Owain
And Earth wept.
Some claim a legacy, once sworn and attested, shall last as long as memory binds it to the living. Others hold, the need for the living is moot. A legacy thus sworn binds the very soul to its course. Binds it into eternity if necessary.
Amidst the ashes and ruin of invasion, with his world crushed beneath the iron heel of the Krîll legions, Earth’s last druid swears an oath to lead humanity’s salvation.
And so is born the age of Dael’s Legacy.