Among the scattered fringe cities bordering the Cienbal desert, the true name of the Monster of Karth is spoken only in whispers...
Raz i'Syul Arro.
A sellsword of the utmost caliber, Raz is a killer of paramount skill and highest regard. Towering tall even amongst the atherian, he is the only of his kind to live free in the "civilized" confines of mankind's varied cultures. He has no need of loyalties, his sole affections pledged to the gold crowns that buy his time and skills. Wed to his blades, Raz's only friends are the Moon and Her Stars and the shadows they bring with the night.
But Raz was not born to the mercenary's way, to the butchery and battle of day-by-day survival. Raz, like a sword, was hammered from steel and fire and ashy smoke, forged on the ruins of an old life.
Raz i'Syul Arro is a hunted man. To the south, the Mahsadën of Miropa are gone. The šef lay dead, slain at Raz's own hands, their cruel will ripped from the shadows of the city. The world now turned against him, Raz is forced to flee, escaping along the northern roads just as the summer months come to an end.
But the North, it seems, is not far-gone from the corruption and wickedness Raz had hoped to leave behind in the fringe cities. Before long he finds himself embroiled in the savage politics of this new land, forced to play a part in the ugly game of intrigue and violence once more. To survive, Raz may again have to give way to the Monster...
Trystan Süll is a Hand of the Iron Will, an emissary of the Black City sent forth with violent intent. He knows nothing of life without discipline and pain, nothing of love or sympathy. He is a living tool, carved of flesh and bone to deal out judgment upon the enemies of his masters. There is no place in the world you can hide that he will not find you.
Especially when you're the stragglers of a broken army, traitors fleeing defeat, having earned themselves the cold wrath of the City.