Of all the species that roamed the earth, the Asturnians reigned supreme. With their keen senses, sharp wits, and protective nature, they were an obvious choice to be guardians of the Night Stone. They had kept the peace and watched over the many races for millennia. But an old enemy, long since thought extinguished from the earth, was about to rise again and disrupt their peaceful existence. Deep in the earth's bowels, a colony of vile beasts slumbered, patiently awaiting the sun's descent. Their leader, a half-breed with far more cunning, knew how to play the long game. Athanasius and his harem of breeders had stirred from their decades-long hibernation. No longer was he content to simply rule the night. The earth above was ripe for the taking. Athanasius knew he needed to possess the Night Stone, and the world would be his. Marzzet's spirit longed for adventure. Deep within, he felt the call, like all of his people. Having been orphaned by a mighty storm at sea, his Asturnian lineage was only an assumption until his tell-tale black wings took shape. Taking a job onboard a mighty galleon Marzzet sailed the seas and soon found those instincts overwhelming. A battle brewed within him. He must hunt down the vile Gorn and find his destined mate. Her siren call haunted his very soul. Each of these challenges came with great rewards, but nothing and no one would stop this driven one.