What is it truly like for a small flap-eared goblin herbalist to play the role of the Dark Sovereign, the primary antagonist for Boundless Realm’s vast sums of players? What is it truly like to discover one’s self the standard bearer for an military of man-eating giants, cyclopes, skeletons, ghosts and other hellspawn, who don’t give a damn about their humble little ruler?

Our hero didn’t desire this unenviable fate, but there is absolutely no in the past now. He’ll have to tighten the straps and play the ghastly overlord towards the many hordes that today threaten all Boundless Realm. But the much longer our hero takes on, the better he realizes that this globe is much more complicated than it appears at first glance and he’s only a pawn in somebody else’s game. And a lot of points rely on whether he can number everything out in the short time he has left, including his very own life.