The Legend of Panoras

In the valleys of Rosano, where the rivers run free. Lived a hero

named Panolas, a son of destiny. With a heart as vast as

the northern skies. The great jaw of the barbarians. A legend in his own time's

eye. He rode with the wind in his golden hair. Guarding the lands

with a strength that was rare. With en sword in his hand and valor to

share. Panoras the Baron had no compare. This is the requiem of Panoras,

the last of his kind. The Clanthian general who left his final mark behind.

With the order of the ivory stag as he shield, he stood tall.