In the beginning in the days of old, the badlands were settled, the fertile plains were yet untouched. A nation was founded, known simply as "the kingdom." While others formed small clans to fight for fiefs, the shadow of those who know not sleep, fell upon the land to build an empire with fire and blood. The watchers came together with their crimson oaths while the tempest raged in mayhem.

War was brought to the dragon kingdom which laid them both low. Terror reigned in the southeast zone, to the north was played a game of throne. Trouble makers challenged mighty nations and fought with damage, ebb and flow. Damage fell onto the republic which ceased to grow, drifters outcast constructed a haven from nowhere to go. Epic battles, wars waged long ago, the broken lord’s sword sharp and true fought against our leader, Rplct war chief, Khamûl the cruel.

Mira dances in hellish delight as Azog summons the spears with all his might. The kaiju army rise between the fiery bowels of 1215. The kingdom unabashed, stood against the fiery stream. Warrior princess Cash did scream "No king shall I see but my one true king!" Our Lady Pearl, paid a great price, and from the ashes she rose to throw off all vice. She purged our kingdom of hatred and malice.

In a great battle the champion Zeke answered a call to repel invaders and defended the great, ye, even the small. The ground shook and quaked as a new clan emerged from under its weight. The world, would not be stopped by any in their wake.

Our story is war, of 1215.