The Ashlands: An Epic Fantasy Progression Saga

A Desert of Living Death

Four centuries ago the Stewards rained ash on the heartland of an empire for the year of a day, murdering the Elentian Empire, and orphaning the Hasran Imperium where I was born.

The stories say the ash drains magic, and that any who ventures into the ashlands will need to contend with the armies of unliving swimming beneath the ash. Unliving as old as the Mad Imperator Jhordil himself.

My final tomb lays somewhere out in that terrible ocean of soot. Before I can help Li, or settle the Hasran civil war, I need to find it. I need to understand who and what I am if I am ever to fight my aunt, or the demon princes she no doubt controls.

I will sail into those uncharted lands, and I will prevail. I have to. The cycle depends on it.