With sufficient scheming & force of will, the unthinkable becomes the inevitable. Marked for death by the Black Guild, King Barrison's lords scramble to see him protected. But what repercussions come from a master assassin acting behind another's back? What comes from said master involving another guild altogether? War, plain and simple, although the resulting conflict is anything but. From gargantuan scale-suspended land-masses to leagues of caravan paths across plateaus and passes, Brisance crumbles into disarray and a single name is whispered on the lips of many: Dignaaln, emissary.