Gilgamesh the Conqueror
The town of Ryst lay in ruins; Gilgamesh stood in the ashes of the last city to stand against him. The country was his; there were no more challenges, nothing left to conquer; all that stood ahead was the drudgery of managing an empire.
He drew the rune crystal from his pocket and prepared the spell to turn back time. The world blurred as he returned to his childhood; What should he be this time? Perhaps a singer; he could define a new era of music. Or maybe be a merchant again and create an empire of currency.