In just a few hundred years, the political landscape in the north of the Ancient Ruins underwent a dramatic upheaval.
The names of the Seven Kingdoms that once dominated this land—brave Lorent, martial Valkyrie, prosperous Saladin, conservative Putane, graceful Aquitaine, shrewd Nesenc, and proud Burgundy—now exist only in the yellowed pages of historical classics and the vague memories of the elderly.
It was an era interwoven with blood and fire. The iron hooves of the Freemasonry Church trampled the fragile alliance of the Seven Kingdoms, and the torrent of faith swept away the aristocratic system that had been passed down for millennia.
In the Central Square of the Lorent Royal Capital, where knight tournaments were once held, the last King of Lorent knelt on a roughly erected wooden platform, his luxurious King's Robe torn to tatters, the crown rolling into the mud.
