Foreword,

My name is Amurabi Et Al, the Last Wizard. I was born in a time before the present calendar, in a land lost to the veil, and to a people who can no longer walk beneath the so-called sun. I must begin by apologizing to you, my dear reader, as what follows is nothing more than my best attempt at chronicling the history of the Undying Emperor. Many events recorded here happened while I was not present, and are based off of memoirs or recollections that cannot be fully trusted. I have done my utmost to compile all relevant facts into one narrative, although I will confess that some dates may have been changed, or the actions of some minor players attributed to one personage who never truly existed.

Due to the nature of this document, you may see revisions, footnotes, errors, and omissions as I issue corrections to the tale of my foolish pupil. Rest assured that the broad strokes of history are truer here than in any bardic poem, though some of the grander deeds may be even more embellished. Even after his inevitable, yet predicted, betrayal, I confess I still dote on my dear student. He was truly my greatest achievement.

History is a story we tell ourselves. The omission of my forgotten kin from this text speaks to this fact. Nowadays, to find the truth of those that came before, the Soliedar as we loftily called ourselves, one would have to follow in my footsteps and transgress beyond even the veil; but, this is not something I would advise to anyone who values their sanity. I have chosen to not disturb those graves, even while I rest my laurels at the tavern and bask in a plot well schemed.

This history I pen is to be the origin story of the greatest empire that ever existed, of humanity’s only hope against the deific pretenders. It is to be the progenitor myth that will guide the next thousand years, despite barely filling one man’s lifespan.

This is the story of Lucius von Solhart, the man who conquered the world.