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“People of the civilized world, listen, for your gods speak!

Alexander of Macedon, he whom you called Great, is dead.

He shall not be remembered as the king who united the Greeks, nor as the conqueror who laid waste to the nations of Egypt and Persia. He shall not be remembered as the mightiest of generals, who gathered the hosts of three empires to battle and threatened the warring powers of Carthage and Rome.

He will be remembered as one who challenged the gods and failed.

His armies, his leadership and his skill at war were not enough even when combined with stolen magic and alliances with hidden powers. And the Age of Empire falls with him.

From its ruin will rise a new age, an age where the fates of nations will turn on the floor of an arena. In this age, the deeds of the people, rather than the ambitions of emperors, will be the seed of stories and the stuff of epics.

Welcome, then, a new Age of Heroes!”

Five years ago, Alexander the Great, mightiest conqueror in history, gathered all of his forces on the plains before the city of Babylon, and there challenged the might of heaven with armed force and the magic of his philosophers. The gods came to battle, and Alexander lost, his generals and advisors twisted into horrors in punishment.

That done, the gods gathered at Babel and spoke to the peoples of the world. The Age of Empire was over, they pronounced, and a new Age of Heroes would begin.

In this new Age, the fate of nations would be settled by combat in a grand arena. Each year, the heroes of the civilized lands would fight: territory and wealth the reward for heroic deeds. To each of these Annuals, the gods would call the best and the brightest: priests, warleaders, champions and philosophers. In arena combat, in quest, in deeper understanding of the magics of the world, and in the presence of the gods themselves would be born the legends of the Age of Heroes.

This spring, with the planting of the wheat, great Gates of Horn and Ivory have sprung up outside the cities of the five civilized people. To the majority, they are just monuments; but to the chosen few, the call has gone out in dream: come to the gates, come to the Annual. Your destiny awaits you...