What can be gained by fighting a losing battle? What can be gained by never surrendering? Only your honour. This is the law of the Atreaens, the ancient fighters of the darkness. Long have they stood against evil and long have survived. But evil has not come for centuries and the once proud defenders have been disbadnded. The law of the Atreaens has been lost and chaos has crept back into Fate. The forces of the Dark have at last returned to Fate and has discovered that its old enemy has gone and the human kingdoms are ripe for conquest. A tiny light shines on a shadowy figure sitting slumped on a rotting throne. The man looks up, and shields his eyes from the light. He blinks and mumbles something incomprehensible. He is the last and though he is weak he will fight. A scratching noise is coming from the hole and the man picks up his sword. The feeling is coming back to his body. He activates the weapon and a bright blue light flickers up and down the swords length. He gives it a few practice swings then steps back as dust and wood from the ceiling come smashing down in front of him. A thin, cloaked creature glides slowly down to the ground and lands without making a sound. Its head is bowed, as if in prayer but the warrior nows it is not holy. The intruder lifts its head, and its thin lips crack into a smile. The warrior takes another step back when he sees its face, though it was not new to him. He had seen that face everynight in his dreams. The beast flung out its arms revealing its weapons, two warhammers with hammers on one side and picks on the other and a spike coming out the top. It slowly stalked the room as if it was admiring it but the yellow glowing eyes never left the man in front of the throne. The last defender of the Atreaens brought his sword up and charged...