A city lies in ruins. A wizard walks into the desert, a weapon of magic in his hands. The gods themselves begin to gather. The stakes might very well be the very existence of humankind.
To one place do all travel, the desert ruins known as Skull thousands upon thousands of years in the forgotten past.
Within those ruins lie secrets and answers. Perhaps more importantly and more deadly, also there lies the remains of the ancient Zarroc, a race that existed before men, a race which enslaved mankind and created the gods themselves.
But some gods are already there and waiting, scheming and railing.
Lines are drawn, alliances formed, the sides sometimes shifting with events and emotions. Other weapons of magic are called forth, the wizard hatching his own plans while the gods work against one another.
Decided here will be the next step along the journey of the gods, and of humanity. Here is a stepping stone to what will come, even for thousands of years into the future, for no one can escape the past, not even the gods.
