Death Dance

They sang the hymn of freedom. Now, they must fight to keep it.

The war for Namarr has just begun.

Willing to pay any cost to see his revolution grow, the legend of Danath the Namorite rises. With every slave freed, and every Scoth slain, the ranks of his small force swell. But it will take more than a rabble of freedom fighters and tribal warriors to end Scothea’s reign.

Much more.

When duty demands anything, anything is what must be given.

Danath will play assassin, bandit, and betrayer. He’ll compromise with murderers. Befriend slavers. Even bow and beg at the boot heels of the tyrants he’s so desperate to overthrow. He’ll stop at nothing to see his aims achieved.

So goes the deadly dance upon the blade’s edge of revolution. Strangers to allies. Allies to enemies. Enemies to friends.

Any misstep–any hesitation to sacrifice it all–and the dream of Namarr dies with him.