The Immortales

Acient Greece has never been more dangerous.

Gone are the days of the Greek heroes with the Immortales commanding them, a legendary team of undying vessels of the Greeks gods power manifested in men. Terrifying and powerful, pitiless yet just. Together they united Greece and ruled for many an age.

But those are 'mere wives tales'.

With High King Azendeah in control Greece has spiralled into a realm full of wannabe warriors and champions, rapists and/or thieves are probably the next person to you on the streets, the Kings of Greece squabble over properties like children who want their toys.

Rising in the wet Northern Isles, unknown to any but the gods themselves, a shadow darker than any mortal realm should have to face arises. Saxons and Druids and Celts band together to claim the Kingdoms of Greece for their lands and of course the glory. What will they do to the Greek natives? "Raze the bloody lot off the earth and into the Dreamers Isles"

Once again, the Greek gods are forced to empower conduits amongst men to carry out their will. Men with the power of the gods. Immortal men.

"Run away from this place. All of you. Leave your food and leave this temple or I'll have my freind here 'take care of you'"

"Have no fear, young warriors. This is a temple of the Olympians. You are safe."

"Step back or I will reduce this temple to dust"

"Alexia. Pray bid your friends stand down. Have you not wondered, why every preist in every preist in Greece knows your name. Why they call you godsent. I would tell you but it would surely earn me six crackling bolts of pure white hell on my head. Rest easy, none will harm you here."