Arandor - An Age of Defiance

Mankind fell. It toppled from its high-perched seat, where it once gazed upon the universe with boundless ambition.

Now tyrant-gods reign in gigantic citadels, whilst free men and women have turned into subjugated worshipers, or survive as marauding mutants, daring the new perils of the warped wilderness and the red desolation.

This is the Age of the Fall.

Six Tyrants now rule over thousands of Chosen, and millions of human slaves, worshipers and sacrificial victims. Together they are known as the Hexad, and are agreed upon as the official and only religion of Arandor.

The Hexad have designated themselves as gods, bestowing gifts upon their chosen, rescuing their faithful from their tremendous ire, and punishing all other gods, seen as false.

For a thousand years they’ve reigned, destroying all knowledge of the past, and completely rewriting the world’s history to suit them.

They are fickle, whimsical gods. They are cruel, sadistic beings. But who can dare rise against gods?

Only a fool, or a hero. But heroes and fools die daily. 

The Scales of Balance have been tipped for a thousand years. Countless souls have suffered the cruel dominion of the Hexad. Only a few defy them openly.

Many would rebel, if they were given the chance, of course. But there is no chance. The gods crush rebellions with an iron fist. They break souls and crush spirits every day. 

You are a fool to ponder rebellion. You will be crushed. You will be broken like those before you. But what if you rise against the odds? What if you prevail? What is best than a single moment of freedom?

The wise men say the gods give you these thoughts of freedom to test your faith, and crush those who are fickle, those who succumb to the illusion of hope.

But what if the wise men are liars? What if they, too, are pawns of the gods? What if your choices are the ones that write history, and not those of the gods? 

What if the Age of the Fall is over, and this is a new age? An Age of Defiance.