Necromancer cults have once again come to blows with the empire bordering it, forcing conflict to rise again and deaths to be mounted to settle old grudges. What has changed the nature of the conflict is the scale at which it takes place; the war was a long time coming, and well prepared for by those driving it from the heart. To those in the lower rungs of society, none of this matters until the consequences of plots both failed and succeeded come knocking. This story focuses on these individuals, and how they shape the future of their nation through actions both large and small. Destiny means nothing to those who were never born into it in the first place. This story is primarily about knights and various other armored individuals fighting each other in a war driven by things more than a little beyond the information they have available to them. There won't be any particularly massive jumps in power that allow any of my characters to carve through said armored individuals like butter or progression to working beyond what the bounds of their society and individual power will allow them to; most of this stories driving force will come from character growth and desperation in the face of overwhelming odds.