There were three of them. They were sixteen or seventeen years old when the gray times gave way to black ones. They didn't know who would win, they chose sides based on circumstances and paid for their mistakes in full. A bastard trained only in war, a feudal lord whose domain brings only trouble, and a magician who wanted too much. Fate threw them up and down, they were sold into slavery, entire cities were given over to them - and they did as they saw fit, because they could not do otherwise.