From the Time of the Arrival to the Opening of the Ebon Gate

Penned by Sir Xoticus the Kind

Introduction

The snow swirled around me and the wind howled as I followed the Black Lion in the dead of night. Why had Tharros beckoned me after all these years, his Kult scattered to the four winds in the wake of the Chaos Wars? The beast was not known for showing himself, so it must be a matter of great import. Those that follow the path shall lead lives of Glory and Adventure, it is said.

The blizzard was blinding, but I saw glimpses of obsidian fur every so often, as well as visions of my brothers and sisters in arms, clad in Hoplite armor of the Laconian army. A mighty gust of wind knocked me to my knees, and all I saw was white.

When I opened my eyes, I was upon a battlefield, surprised to see the smiling face of Emperor Pro Tem, Bannor. “On your feet Tharrosian, let us do battle” I took up my spear and followed him, slaughtering a faceless enemy.

When things had calmed, he told me a story. We were in the world of Osterra, a hub plane in the multiverse, a connection to most planes, including our own world. Something was happening here, a disruption in space-time. Rumors of the Everwar, a never ending conflict between the forces of light and darkness, coming to this place. If the hub were to fall into the wrong hands, the entire multiverse would be at stake. He told me that he could not stay and fight this conflict, at least not yet, but to seek out the Neo Spartans of old, and to spread the word of the Lion to those I would meet here. “Remember the dream of Empire, and follow the Path” With those words he took his leave.