The road had been long and bloody. All the way from the hazy bandit days to glory days in England to the Marinan regulars service to this. This mad son of Antares and his ambitions. I do wonder what kind of Empire this new Antarian Empire would be. The One, the Void... who knows what deity runs the world? I prefer to think I am in control of my own destiny. Maybe one day I'll get to put my feet up and tell my servants to fetch me my milk. But not today. Today we march on, we scheme, muster, consolidate and labour. And hopefully the road might end at my own little crumb of the world at my beck and call. Well. I can dream...