Chapter I - Introductions
It is a time of strife in North Brettonia, once the heart of a great empire that spanned the known world, now a shadow of its former shell, a divided realm ruled by the 13 Dukes of Ghondra, but a pair of new enemies approaches, one from the green hills and steep highlands of the south and one from the bosom of society, a new religion worshipping one god, and his son a Warrior-Priest known as Paul the Holy, threatening to burn the ‘relics’ of the Trinity to ashes, at the son of god’s heel is tens of thousands of devout followers, driven to convert the heathens of Brettonia and their false lords by the sword and the cross.
You are only one man, whether you are a lord, a warrior or even a simple farmer or craftsman you can make a change in the world, what will it be good sir? Will you choose to defend the home of civilization or will you help destroy it? Will you help the Warriors of Christ in their holy crusade against the heathens or will you defend the ancient religion of all Brettonia?
Choose wisely, and with luck, your name will be known to every child, spoken with reverence of the highest order… or make the hearts of men tremble in fear.
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Bismarck City, Kingdom of Victoria
Arthur sat on the Solar of the Royal Keep, a great castle that served as the residence of the Cunninghams in Bismarck for many centuries. Despite his home (and seat of power) being in Castingham, he always loved to visit the Royal Keep, in the summer the sun would often tint the sea a bloody red. He would just seat in his father, now his Solar, admiring the sun set. Watching the little dots that made up the population of the grand metropolis, observing the ships from all corners of the known world dock and deliver its wares, from ships delivering great Ironwood from distant Evora or the spices of Eastern Kaea, to the exotic food and incense of Western Kaea, to the spices from even more distant Eastern Kaea, doing their business. It made him smile, it also made him feel tiny, oh so very tiny.
He walked away from the Solar, grabbing a piece of summer fruit, a gift from some Southern lord who's name escaped him, taking a bite as he sat next to his sister and mother, smiling at them. His sister, who's blonde locks only serve to accentuate her striking blue eyes took notice of this, and smirked. "You look positively ecstatic my dear brother, are you expecting something... or someone?" She teased, her twin chuckled, "Today I am expecting lords from all over the realm, today is the day the Council of Four shall be held, after 400 years a King of Ghondra shall be selected, and I fully intend for that king to be me"
Her sister only rolled her eyes, she heard the story a thousand times before, how he was going to become the next King of Ghondra, and pass it down to his sons and grandsons for all time. A king to unite all of North Brettonia, her brother's childhood (and apparently adulthood) belief that he was going to be the next king only amused her. Their mother however, an elegant and beautiful matriarch frowned, her son's ambitions sometimes scared her. He was always scared for her children, but her son, the King of Victoria and Warden of the North just would not let go of his ambitions. She sometimes cursed her beloved husband telling Arthur stories about his Ancestor. Jon "Greatsword" Cunningham, the Warlord who became King and drove an invading horde of Barbarians from across the sea back, ever since then her son always believed, fervently that he would become the next King.
He only hope his ambitions wouldn't get him in trouble, or worse: Killed.
Her son finished a grand tirade about how he would prove to his Twin sister that he would become King, before he was called by his councillors to welcome the Kings of the West, the East and the South. Lords from across Ghondra would converge here, in the Council of Four, to decide the next King of Ghondra.
And King Arthur of the North, Son of King Ironsides begins to create a brilliant plan, to fulfill his dream of becoming the next Cunninghamian King.
If only he knew the path that awaits him.