A gargantuan god-figure, clothed in armour fashioned from the mirror of the world, stands guard over the peoples of his land. Tribal elders carve the seasons and star-signs on his chest, and stand watch throughout the long night. Such is the belief of an isolated group deep in the jungle territory of the old world, those who were once visited, long ago, by a Tudor knight who had become Missionary and Mystic over his lifetimes voyage from the tiny isle of Albion.