My name is Poseidon. I am the God

Of the seas, and of the ocean.

From under the waters of the Aegean

I have come, from those depths

Where sea-nymphs dance,

Weaving subtle patterns through the weeds.

I have come to Troy; my city.

Welcome to a time when the capricious and whimsical Gods and Goddesses of Mount Olympus sport with the fates of mortals as with playing pieces in a game of chance, wagering fortunes on but a single roll of the dice.

This is a time when two empires, Greece and Troy, contend in mighty struggle ‘gainst one another in the name of Helen, she whose face has launched a thousand ships.

It is a time when Heroes strive to tame the wild and savage beasts that plague the lands of the known world and to pit themselves against one another in both war and sport alike that their deeds might be remembered for aeons yet to come.

It is a time when Priests who can foretell the future are rivals for earthly power and the spread of their religions and who will invoke the wrath of the Immortals upon the unbeliever.

It is a time when Sorceresses scheme and mutter incantations of arcane power to exert their will over stubborn and blood-spattered men.