Fourteen hundred years ago, a tormented soul walked the earth that was neither man nor god. Hercules became the powerful son of the god king Zeus, for this he received not anything but struggling his complete existence. After twelve laborious labors and the lack of his own family, this dark, international-weary soul became his back on the gods finding his handiest solace in bloody struggle. Over the years he warmed to the company of six comparable souls, their best bond being their love of combating and presence of dying. These men and female in no way question in which they go to combat or why or whom, just how a lot they'll be paid. Now the King of Thrace has employed those mercenaries to teach his men to become the best navy of all time. It is time for this bunch of lost souls to ultimately have their eyes opened to how far they have fallen once they need to train an military to come to be as ruthless and blood thirsty as their reputation has come to be.