Roxalane van Melissander was still a young woman when her husband died on the battlefield. And at the same time dark forces led by Azarkabath took their son Sylvanus. Roxalane did not hesitate very long. She strapped herself in to her husband's iron suit of armor and left to revenge her man and to find her son. She was  aided by a wizard named Zack and his black crow. Later on her private army would grow to four people. 
Her travels brought her  through the lands were the pillars of reality have no foothold. Where the realms of dreams and waking have no borders to separate them. Where modern and ancient religions struggle for power and where witchery, treachery and lust sleep in one bed.
Wherever she went, whenever she raised her sword, she proved she was the equal, or more accurately the better than any man. Her heavy two handed sword and the iron armor against her bare skin spoke the language of terror and justice. Roxalane could look herself straight in the eyes where it came to defend herself and having fought for the good cause. When Christian crusaders made a massacre in a Muslim fortified desert town of Alizarin and raped, tortured and killed innocent citizens, she bowed her her and left the crusaders she had joined.  
Ancient sciences and long forgotten wisdom put Roxalane and her loyal friends back on the trail of her son, who was chosen by the dark forces to once rule over all evil above the mortal lands where somehow nobody could make de definite decision between good and bad. The final battle against the Necrocanorum took place in de hidden city of Gorloth. Roxalane passed all test, she won all battles but it was too late. Sylvanus had become an evil creature who could be manipulated by the gods to feed war and famine and plagues and pain.