Empyrean Chronicles

I awoke in a tomb. I had nothing but a big sword and uncertain memories from uncertain lives. I was a great warrior who wandered this land before being killed by an ageless tyrant wizard-king. I was a warrior of a very different sort, who lived in a city of steel and glass.

A month has passed in my new life in this new world. I have women I care about and friends I can trust. I have gold, magic, and powerful weapons. But I need so much more. The black wizard knows I live, and he’s still trying to find me. He wants what I have. Because I’m a threat to him now. And he knows it.

I know what I am. But what am I to become? I’ve left the life of an adventurer behind. I’m now the captain of a powerful mercenary company, in pursuit of much bigger prizes. But the city of Avanasia is not like the wilderness I once wandered. Its politics are as opaque as the river that flows through it. My enemies are many and hidden, and the identity of my friends is unclear. The Thieves Guild wants things from me, as do the fanatical tribes of the desert, with their allegiances to gods I little understand. And that matters. Because the gods of this world lie behind my challenges.

When I awoke in this world, I had nothing but a big sword and the tattered clothes on my back. Now I’m the god of war and ruler of the richest city on the planet. But I’ve reached heights where the edge of my wits matters far more than the edge of my blade. From dissident merchants in the Jaws undermining the vital work the city needs, to xenophobic elements among the aquatic ahlbara, the plots against me multiply by the day. Even worse, the black wizard is out there, and he’s plotting for godhood of his own. I can’t let that happen, and I won’t. It’s time to end him once and for all.