The past is lost.
The present stands under threat.
The future belongs to the Unifier.
Of the Ancients, little of verifiable truth is now remembered. Their culture, their history, even the names of their gods were all lost in the fires of the Great Purge. What is known is that their accomplishments and knowledge were far beyond the reckoning of any who have come since, and that in warring amongst themselves they brought about their own fall. In that fall were sewn the seeds of a terrible threat, a darkness that the last of the Ancients knew would one day rise up again to consume the light of the entire world and bring humanity to naught. In their final act, they left behind a single shining hope of redemption and succor as their legacy, a legacy that lay long buried before being taken up over a thousand years later by the Jhessaillian Order: a prophecy foretelling the rise, in mankind’s hour of need, of a savior who would once again wield the lost powers of the Ancients and stand as champion against the doom they failed to defeat. Carried forth by the Order, that champion’s name has been whispered in reverence down through the centuries: The Unifier.
Civilization now stands in the twilight, battered and buffeted by the ungentle forces of history. The darkness comes again. The Age of the Unifier is about to dawn.