The realm was rife with conflict, and the martial world was in turmoil. The previous Lord had died a gruesome death, leaving the Order, which governed the laws and punishments of the realm, a hollow shell.
Fifteen years later, the traitor Pan and his son, who had seized territory, grown brutal, and slaughtered the former Crown Prince, were found hanging from their own city wall, their throats pierced by a token, their blood already drained.
The characters on the token were bright red: Traitor.
The lords who had carved up the realm felt a chill run down their necks.
The Order had reopened. Its new Lord had taken up the token and begun to settle old scores.
(Full story pending revision)
