A long time ago, all the gods were sealed into a single blade and passed onto the mortals. That blade has since been passed down generation to generation, each wielder a king. One day, it is said that the blade was lost, never to be seen again. Some say the blade is a myth, others will swear that they have seen it themselves, but the only sure thing is that it has become a symbol to all mortals. Nevertheless, the political environment of the Kingdom of Mortalden (mOUrt-all-den) is constantly getting worse, and someone must make sure that peace is maintained. And, I think a small group of adventures would do the trick….