You possess the shard of a god burning within your breast, golden and terrible to behold. As a mortal you had been taught by the Immaculate Order that creatures such as yourself were evil things known as Anathema. All but gone from the world, it was easy to believe that the so called "Solar Exalted" were nothing but the stuff of legends. Especially when there were so many dark things lurking at the edges of existences. But now you find yourself chosen by the Unconquered Sun, and have fallen into the company others like yourself. Pursued by the Wyld Hunt, hated by creatures of darkness, coveted by the hidden masters of Creation, who can you trust in this Age of Sorrows?