Only in truth, the Lords will abandon their thrones And the Unkindled will rise: Nameless, accursed undead; unfit even to be cinder And so it is - that ash seeketh embers. When she awakes within a shambled cemetery, her memories muddled and body withered, poor Unkindled Ash is thrown head first into a world mired in ruin, infested with corruption, and covered in ash. A world that, along with it's primordial First Flame, now fades once more. The Lord's have abandoned their thrones, and it's up to her, whether she likes it or not, to return them to their mantles. For if the Lords will not return to their thrones themselves - Let them return as cinders.