The world of Anor, one of rich life, beauty, and resources, is home to the Bellatores and the Occisores. The Bellatores, a people who live freely, happily, abundantly, and wisely, dwell in the West across the sea. It was here they settled, a place no man before them had. As time went on, their kingdoms and dictatorships fell in ash. Leaving nothing but sorrow and suffering in its wake. That is, until the Republic. The Republic was the bastion against tyranny that had long plagued their nation, one that leveled all men before the law, and ensured liberty for all who dwelled there. The Bellator Republic was led by the Consul, an executive leader and General elected by the people. The Senate was the people’s voice, it consisted of representatives sent by the people to determine the laws of the nation. The Bellatores lived with freedom, and their influence reached much of the Eastern world. However, in the far East, the Occisores brooded in jealousy of the Bellatores. Their King, Hannibal, saw his subjects slowing having nothing but envy for him. He dined and lived lavishly in the Iron Keep, while the rest of his subjects starved and barely scrounged enough to survive. He knew that they would rebel if they were not satiated. So he turned to the 3. He journeyed to the Dead Lands, a place uninhabitable to any that attempted to live there. In the Dead Lands, a mountain covered in ash lay in its center. Hannibal saw a gate carved at the mountain’s base, he ordered his men to open it. Their efforts were quickly rewarded as an orange light burst forth from inside. Hannibal commanded them to stay behind as he went in alone. As he walked, he saw ancient writings of an unknown, almost hellish, tongue. After several minutes he walked to the end of a ledge in the direct center of the mountain. There was fire, endless fire, yet no heat. Nothing fed it. It simply burned. Then, out the flames Hannibal heard a voice. “Who are you, to stand before me?” “I am Hannibal, King of the Occisores. I-“ “You are King over nothing. I rule this world, I oversee this doomed earth. I set these accursed winds on their paths, I send life to its demise.” “And yet your enemies skulk about and you do nothing.” Hannibal said. Another voice cut through the flame. “It clearly lacks the mind of a King, of a ruler.” The voice hissed. “It knows nothing of us. Nothing of our plans.” “And it has the audacity to come with an army at our doorstep, why does it still stand before us, brothers?” A third voice boomed. “I come before you, to ask for your aid.” “Aid?” The second hissed. “It is not a King, but a fool!” The Third proclaimed. “And yet you three allowed your Creator to cast you down here! In this wretched place! You call me a fool? You are all weak! You let a nation across a sea, one that defies all that you are, stand and grow! You are no more tha-“ “SILENCE!” The first demanded. “Were it not for my ambition I would have killed you before you uttered a single word... yet you show... promise.” It said as it thought. “We may be defeated, but we shall leave scars as we fall. You are to be our blade, our sharp will. You will do as we say, and we shall give that which you desire... are we in agreement?” “We are.” Hannibal replied. He kneeled before the 3. “Who are you?” “I am Cunning.” The second hissed. “I am War.” The Third boomed. “And I...” the First replied, “I am Malice.”