Rapture is a young man born into a small world. A hut, a lake, a forest, all barred with walls of towering wood, that is all he has ever known.

Yet the day soon arrives when those walls must come down, and the boy is thrust into the wider reality that lay beyond.

The world outside is vast, yet cold and empty. Bathed in the ashes of the world tree, more than mortal men toil at the mercy of oft indifferent and sometimes malevolent Gods.

There are those who fight those Gods.
There are those who worship the Gods.
Then there are those who care nothing for the Gods and bid to fight amongst each other instead.

Many vast Empires and great Kingdoms litter the dying landscape of this world, with more to come as the tides sweep in, then leave in their wake the ruins of decimated civilisations.

This is the world into which Rapture wakes, a world into which he must now find his place, and a world for which his mere existence will ripple into war, a world that was already on the brink of ruin before he even awoke, and will likely not be made better by the path he is destined to tread.