Bezreddyn has been the bard for the Rengelands for a thousand years. In that time, he has watched as the empire he helped establish crumbled under the weight of greed and corruption. he has watched as inbreeding has reduced the royal house to the impotent, incompetent man that now rules. Now, he is witnessing the end of the age. The once mighty empire has been reduced to a small strip of land within the Renge. The Black Ring is attemoting to rise once more from the decay that is the Inquisition. And the chosen one is now nearing his final test. There is war on the horizon. War that will bring on a golden age for the Reange.