King of Swords

In the time of ancients, the mighty nation of Blathye knows riches unparalleled, palaces carved from gold-veined marble, roads paved from precious stones. Fruit grows fresh, fat and gleaming. Wine flows freely, red as blood. But the more lovely the façade, how much more terrible must the truth beneath it be?

The taint, the shadowy chasm cracking through this venerated empire, is said to lay within its very heart. The royal family, their lineage great and long and rife with madness, murder-and worse. Savages in silk, creatures in crowns. They are cursed, or so goes the story.