The city of Pristine was set on the side of a tall cliff. Thousands of years of human habitation had turned it into the most impressive city in the world. Sitting Hundreds of feet up a sheer cliff side thousands of feet tall, it had a reputation of never being taken. It ruled a stretch of land that extended many weeks of travel out, counting hundreds of cities as its thralls. The warriors of its armies were said to have been unmatched in battle. Cartloads of valuables poured into the city as tribute every day.
Things had been this way for hundreds of years. Pristine held the world's weath within it's walls, and the Shepherd wanted it back. He considered what lead him to this moment. Things started with a death. A simple shepherd had died, and his son was left with the impoverished flock.
Like everything else in the world, death was taxed by the overlords in Pristine. The tax collector came, and de