Welcome, Fallin Eclipse. You stand in a world not your own.
The summoning circle still smolders beneath your feet. The mages who called you expected a soul from the modern era—a scholar, a soldier, perhaps a fool they could command. Instead, they pulled something far older. Something forgotten. A warrior from the mythical age, from a people whose very name has been swallowed by time.
Your war cry still echoes in the palace halls. The nobles have not yet found their courage. The dragons, if they sense you, would recognize a kindred strength.
You are a relic walking. The last echo of a lost age.
How does this tale begin?