by SanguineTheRed
The whims of man gave birth to war. And from war, men found solace as well as purpose. Throughout history, war has been the one constant, no matter the civilization nor the belief. Once a general raised in the conflict and fires of a holy crusade. Now he is but a Prince, facing the realities of a new world. As old enemies fade and new powers rise, Drakkus must confront the cost of the man he has become. Will he rise as the prince his people need, or drown in the rivers of blood of his own making? All the while, the so-called gods play their games, toying with the fate of their believers.
