Honor, is great victory, honor is great respect. Anyone who tells you otherwise is wrong, and the enemy of our way. We are the Children of The Dragon, and combat is in our blood. Eight Hundred Years has our nation lasted, when Arthur of Earth came and settled our land. He turned the soil by hand, and fed it the blood of his enemies. Not one of us breathes who is not of his seed. Ours is the Land of Heroes.
An uninterrupted dynasty has carried our people to great distances, and in ages past our empire was vast. But, times change, conquest, famine, disease, our once bountiful lands withered and died. The Dragon, wounded, slept for centuries. Our cousins in the North Forgot their lineage, rejected our bloodties and alliance, and rebelled. Seceding from us they have been isolated, neither an enemy nor ally, but a rival.
The centuries withered our empire, and the Sea Kings conquered vast regions of The Isles. From the sands of time two enemies were forged. To the far south, another dragon arose, a golden wyrm, it is a distant threat, but no less a constant threat. Their cousins to our East, the Kingdom of Meers, a place of foul sorcery. Their king a tyrant and dictator.
Yet, it was only a generation ago, that their coalition came to crush our kingdom. When, we united under one banner, in Roderick's name, and fought the Meersian and Golden Dragons they brought to our land. When we were further divided by our capitulation.
Our land, divided between three brothers. Roth, the first born, a magnificent warrior. Mervyn, the second born, though they are separate by a mountain the closest ally to our people - though most would declare them our vassal. And finally the Hill people, under the Traitor Baldrick. We must unite our peoples, facing the threat of invasion from Meers this will be no simple task.
You, are the Cantrefi. The Land Owners. Law makers. Captains of our nations Industry, and closest confidants of the king. Roth has called upon you to bring order to the rebellious populace, who in the wake of Baldrick's betrayal seek to usurp the power of the throne. Funded straight from the gold minted in the royal coffers, Baldrick's influence was immediate, and severe. Brother killing brother, and blood flowed like rivers in the streets.
After six years of conflict, the rebellion has broken. All that remains now is to drive them into the sea. Baldrick has retreated to his citadel in the hills, castrated but for his remaining companions.
Yet, in this victory, an old threat reaches from the shadows. Demanding land settled by your people, under threat of war. Our enemy did not lie dormant while our civil war raged. And only by luck and vicious bloodshed were we able to pull our nation together from the ashes. Will the Dragon Rise anew? Or be crushed in the tide of time? That answer depends on you.