“Oh, I do love teacakes!”

– Chief-General Galadon Merceyer, of the Emperors Guard

The year is now 541 LC: A man calling himself Mulrek has traveled back from the far future, declaring that their entire planet will be destroyed by an angelic race unless he can establish a Republic in place of empire, and attempt to avert the future apocalypse and extinction of humanity. To do so he has used personal technology he has brought back with himself to rise rapidly through the sphere of politics, leaving behind himself a trail of miracles and murders.

To help achieve his ends, Mulrek has gained the majority support of the sole religion of empire, the fragmented and crumbling Order of Omicron, all under the loose and contested authority of Lord Rynell of the College of Armaments, in alliance with Bishop Siyat Bren of Serrilinus, High Priest for the College of Ministers. Mulrek has also been actively seeking support from the larger kingdoms and families from ancient noble houses, charging up their need for change and greed for self advancement.

Working with his growing network of powerful allies, Mulrek must see the empire destroyed through civil war, and then rebuilt under his own terms and idealism to achieve his vain ends, coercing kings into his designs through petitions, subterfuge and political assassination, arming those sympathetic to his cause to encourage ambition, paid for by the superlatively rich merchant Panater-Arios twins.

Mulrek is now upon the cusp of his achievements, about to become the Chancellor of the City of Corianth, prepared to take over the reigns of empire itself when the old and feeble Emperor is removed from the imperial throne.

As Mulrek prepares for his final moments in a conspiracy of seven, he stands unopposed except for the ailing humanitarian, Councillor Amberlin, who will try vainly to stall Mulrek’s murderous plans through his ally and the Order of Omicron’s perpetual enemy, the effete Emperors Guard.

Oh, and also seven commoners, who are about to ruin everything for everybody. . .

“Dawn approaches. . .and with its view the dark does hide within us all. The light beguiles. . .it fools, it trickens. . .it makes mockery of illusion by making us all think that we see, when in fact we perceive nothing. How sublime we fools of apes think greatly of our lesser beings. . .and mistake our sight for vision. Only darkness gives true sight. . .only darkness shows true vision. In the light we wear our masks, but in darkness we are naked true.”

– Darrion Panater-Arios, merchant and conspirator