It is high noon in Levenge.
As it always has been.
As it always will be…..
The Sun hangs motionless overhead. The heart of the divine Apparthon’s empire still beats, although the body withers. Levenge’s priestly factions war both openly and covertly. The Emperor fumbles with the broken mechanisms of his court, and rebellion flares in the Outlands.
The Archon sits in his bleached throne, blind eyes pointing skyward. He sees nothing but knows much.
The City of the Sun lies at the centre of the world – but now risks slipping from its exalted perch, and becoming carrion for the gathering vultures.
Four adventurers step into the light. Will they be heroes, or are they in it for themselves?