His name was Rastan. He was a bounty hunter by trade, in a savage land ruled by cutthroats and villains. Rastan was a giant of a man with muscles of iron and the scars of many a bloody battle. It was known by all that where Rastan strode, death was soon to follow.

But not even the seers with their rune stones could see what fate held in store for Rastan. One thing was certain. Rastan would let no man ... or God ... control his destiny!

It began when the king called him to the royal courts. He asked Rastan to rescue his daughter. She was being held in the darkest reaches of Semia; a region where even the foulest thieves feared to go. In return, the king promised Rastan untold riches!