Long ago you were an immense warrior or powerful mage. But that was long ago, before your death.
From your tomb in the exile lands you feel the great thundering of a marching army. Not from Aethel, the kingdom of the cruel and bigoted human kings, but of the exiles themselves who march out from their home in order to put their leader, the banished heir, back on their throne and make a better kingdom for all.
So you gather tye items or weapons you were buried with and seek to join this prospective ruler
