In the days of yore, there once existed a wonderful land where fairies granted wishes and wizards cast spells. Magical creatures enchanted forests and plains and rarest of plants were enjoyed. Men conquered men and pillaged lands. Great cities were built in all their glory and fallen to weakness. Empires rose from dust lead my great men creating myths and legions. One great man that existed had now slowed down from his days of battle and heroism on the field. He is now writing a new history of politics.
In the castle of Eroma, Lord Thalanger ruled over his kingdom and lands near and far. His current situation put him between two sides of a war between Camden, just north of the Gore mountains and Dormar, due west of Eroma following the Great Pison River. Staying neutral to both sides, Thalanger dare not disturb any of the commitments and alliances of with neighboring kingdoms that are now joining on either side of this world conflict. The fighting started when Prince Heralamin’s father was poisoned by wine sent as an adversary gift supposedly from a small neighboring land. News spread that Dormar controlled this small land. Allies of Camden attacted Dormar as a rebellion force.