The Ballad of a Man Called Ruinior

Be wary where your journey takes you, traveller. For if you are not careful, you may stumble into a little town called Madhallow. At first it may appear to be a village like any other. but on its very border exists a tower larger than any other on earth. No one would dare go near it, for the second you try to appraoch it you would feel a dread rise within you that could break the most hardend of men.

Behind its black walls exists a cult with one goal in mind; to see thier leader ascend as a god and recreate the world as an undying land. For hundreds of years they have hidden away, schemeing and plotting, all the while building an army of artificial warriors in their quest to reshape the world. But one of these unfortunate creatures has found himself in a most curious posistion indeed. For but a few moments after his birth, Subject 88 was told he was going to die.

This is not a story about gods and monsters, nor is this a tale about conquering heroes. This is the song about a creature trying to find a place to call home. This is the ballad of a man called Ruinior.