In ages past, in the time when the armies of the stone cities subjugated the land, Cynuise was a warrior of renown, a lord of battle with a thousand enemies dead by his sword and a thousand soldiers behind his thegn’s banner. Kings and Queens were counted among his patrons, nobles and commoners were his friends, and when his life was taken – not in combat, but by a craven’s knife in the dark – his desire for vengeance lived beyond the afterlife. Now he is an accursed warrior of the dead, a knight of the barrows, called upon by those with knowledge of the god-gild to fight once more for his descendants, to bring the wrath of the unliving upon their enemies, for where Cynuise of Old marches so too the soldiers loyal to his banner march, an army of the once-living that seek payment in kind for the death of their revered lord, vengeance upon the scions of his cowardly killer.
