Long ago, during the Great War of Tartarus, a lone figure appeared. Claiming his duty to defeat the foul hordes of evil, he waged war. Assisting the armies of the griffons, ponies, and minotaurs to force the daemons back into their damned home. But on the final battle, he was betrayed. When the deamons were pushed through the gates of Tartarus, he rose his blade to proclaim victory. The Elements of Harmony fired, turning the butcher of Tartarus into a stone shadow, unable to continue his life. That man, was me.

I am Crucius Marx, champion of the Terran Elms, kinda. Long ago, I was just an average guy. But an unfortunate trip to a con, a very fortunate cosplay, and a powerful merchant, all led to me being sent to magical horse land. And now I'm stuck, enjoying my stony prison. And though things seem bad, I'm pretty sure my prison sentence is just about over. And even better, I might get some adventure again.