The Saga of Broken Blades

"There is little I can tell you. The runes are fickle. I entreat the fates for wisdom and they show me only visions, snippets, fleeting glimpses of what the times may hold for you. I see forests of spears gathering on the horizon. I see walls of shields shattering against a tide of ruin and woe. I see a rising sun sending its fire to scorch the earth, and I see a lion gripping a wolf in its bloody jaws".
"You speak in riddles. What am I to make of your tidings of destruction and chaos?"
"Only you can decide that. That and much more. Know this, fair youth - in the center of all the madness and death I see you, baring a kingly sword and holding aloft your painted shield. Yet I know not on which side you stand. Do you seek to stem the flow of blood, or do you feed the red rivers with you sword? Time, I am sure, will tell. There will be choices put to you. Make them wisely, for a mighty doom rests upon your shoulders. Now go, for I see no more".

The North is broken. Fractured into hundreds of petty kingdoms, each at the other's throats, vying for control of land, cattle, and wealth. Only the old kingdom of Helinor stands united, its three cities a wonder upon the earth.
While the lords of the north hold blades to each other's throats, an army amasses in the south. The empire of Ta'arkin, led by the great grandson of the legendary Arteros 'The Fire of Dawn', marches to war. Eager to live up to his ancestor's legacy, Artheon seeks to grow his empire's borders until there is no man, woman or child upon the face of the earth who does not bow to the banner of the Rising Sun.
In the midst of chaos, legends are born. A girl caught between the fates of nations holds within her the power to change the world forever. But there are other forces at play, ancient forces that once danced the same bloody dance. And they are watching, lurking in the dark and lonely corners of the world.
Watching.
And waiting.