Blood. It has an odd taste on the tongue and a gross texture on the hand. Yet, we all have it on our hands. Sometimes, people are so blinded by power that they revel in the sensation, delighting in the ever-increasing stain. This is a tale of the beasts that savor the blood of their own species. This is a tale of men.

This is the tale of Aron when a strange woman is looking for him on the foreign shores of Ferehiem, who is Aron? why is she looking for him, This is the tale of Royce, who was born to be a lord but orphaned and exiled from his homeland. Two tales, separated by ten years, yet intertwined in a web of destiny and deceit. As their paths converge, the true nature of power, loyalty, and blood will be revealed.