In The Years After The Third Arkhorian War, Hordes Of Reavers, Pirates And Mercenaries Roamed The World, Their Swords Serving No Cause But Themselves Or The Highest Bidder. Across Those Bloodstained Lands Rode Arhian, Proud, Fierce, Her Guile And Wit As Cutting As Her Blade. Storming Through An Age Without Heroes, She Claimed It For Hers, And Cleaved Her Way Into Legend.