The is a tale passed down through the generations, told by leaders to their soldiers, by mothers to their children. He who once strode amongst us in Arcenfeld with his band of killers, steeped in blood and guts. He stood atop this pile of bodies that rose so high that they matched the great steeples of the imperial Palace. This is the tale of such a man, who dealt in death and murder, about his struggle through an unfamiliar world, in doing creating the first sparks of powder, that set the course of fate.