When the war against the Cult of Sin was declared, the Legion of Pure Light placed everything they had to ensure that the threat the misguided zealots represented would finally come to an end.  After nearly three months, the underground citadel from which they conducted their vile ways was finally besieged.  Emboldened and enraged by the attack on their bastion, the resistance they provided was fierce and it was finally decided that a small group would enter the deepest sanctum and put an end to their resolve by killing their leader.  Many were the strange, bizarre, and evil things they saw: demon worship; fiendish half-human crossbreeds; tomes of dark knowledge and strangely sensuous rituals; and, all over, devotion to the seven deadly sins – envy, gluttony, greed, pride, sloth, wrath, and lust, especially this latter.<br/><br/>The Cult of Sin was devoted to the unusual concept of the 'virtues' of sin; a belief that by adhering to the baser instincts of civilisation, one could create a more stable world that was not built upon the lie of the inherent goodness of all living beings.<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://cdn.obsidianportal.com/assets/180005/xin_createsthe_sihedron_by_michalivan-d5gnvei.jpg)</div>As they broke in to the darkest and innermost sanctum of the unholy citadel, they found the arch-wizard atop stepped pyramid evidently working his evil magic on some object of tremendous power.  This was Xin, the man who would be Emperor of the known world if he had his way, and one of the most powerful arcanists of the age.  Despite all the ugliness and horror they had seen, the star-like artifact he wove spell after spell into shone with beautiful and pure silver light.  Yet, this star, the Sihedron, was no benevolent tool, but an artifact meant to embody the seven deadly sins made real.<br/><br/>Arnisant Caeldon, one of the most powerful holy warriors in the world, moved to stop the mighty wizard, whilst he commanded his fellow warriors to hold off the servants and minions of Xin.  Atop the pyramid, lightning and fire crashed, barely kept in check by divine protection as Arnisant battled Xin on the heights.  Below, swarms of cloaked cultists and fiendish allies sought to break the ring the defenders had thrown along the base to buy Arnisant the time needed to deal with the corrupt arcanist.<br/><br/>A thunderous crack of lightning stabs the ground, sending stone, debris and men flying, and when Tabitha Mollar recovers from the blast and pulls herself up from the floor, the ordered lines against which the unruly horde had crashed against was gone, replaced only by the chaos of close combat.  With only a handful of men by her side, she finds herself rapidly surrounded by the enemy.