General history of Pangaea
- By Nosferatu
A long time ago, before even the city of Britain had begun its creation, there were a strong clan of people, mainly Fighters, who had created a fairly large camp. The camp had it all; access to fresh and clean water, easy access to the forests, which allowed both wood harvesting and game for hunting. The fighters, along with their wives, lived in what would be described as harmony – but this was soon to change. The camp had grown. New children had been born and more importantly, a palisade to keep the more dangerous animals at bay had been built. Every thing was perfect. Too perfect.
One day a man came knocking on the palisade. He begged for help, saying that he had been hunted by orcs for several days. The unknowing and friendly inhabitants of the camp let the man in and offered him both food and a place to stay. He accepted, but there was no sign of gratitude in his voice. The villagers did not think much of this and they all – except, of course, those who were on guard that night – went to sleep. The night was calm. So calm that no sounds could be heard from the usually active forest. The guards, who were busy talking, did not take notice of this, but a young boy did.
The boy was quite normal, considering he had grown up without any real parents, but tonight he was shaking and sweating and did not get any sleep. The next day he told his womb mother about this. She told him there was nothing to be scared of, and that everything was safe within the camp. He nodded, but was still quite nervous.
The odd man from the night before was already up. He had been up for a few hours some of the guards said, but he had just stared at the water. From time to time, he looked back, almost as though he were measuring the town and it’s tents.
As the little boy looked over at the newcomer, he was struck with fear and chaotic images began assaulting his head. Concerned about this, his womb mother told the boy to take a walk, but not to leave the camp. Normally the boy would do whatever he had been told, but today he refused to follow his mothers bidding. He still went on a walk, but he was fully set on leaving the camp.
As he was preparing to leave the palisade gates, he began to think of one of his closest friends. Oh she was so beautiful. He confronted her, and convinced her to leave the settlement with him, and then went about gathering food and water as fast as he could.
When they reached the gates, he looked back. This time he was not only terrified by looking at the man, but he felt as if his heart had almost stopped beating. He began breathing heavily and when the girl asked what was going on, he told her to run faster. The girl did as he said and without any questions she ran frantically from the palisade gates.
A few minutes later, the two children had reached the forest. They stopped and the boy explained to his cherished friend what he had done and why they were leaving. The girl looked at him, terrified. She suddenly froze completely, pointed back towards the camp, and began screaming. The boy turned and looked in the direction she pointed, and was instantly paralyzed with shock. Though it was not understood until many years later, what they had seen was the magic of a very powerful Necromancer. The howling wolves had been killed by a mere thought of the Necromancer. Since the wolves were children of the Earth, his mind could not concentrate with them nearby.
The boy and girl had lost their home. And they stood there, in complete shock, when the Necromancer appeared from the flames of the city. They ran, but the girl tripped and screamed. The boy stopped and tried helping up the girl, but it was too late. The Necromancer began chanting and just as the boy turned his head towards him, he fell to the ground, dead. The girl was terrified, but when the evil man began chanting once more, a strange voice was heard in the air, speaking ancient words and, suddenly, the Necromancer and boy had disappeared.
The girl, who was still in shock, tried to raise herself from the ground, but was held down by a pair of veins. “Stop it,” she said. And as she said it, the veins disappeared into the ground. She stood up, still afraid that the Necromancer was nearby, and mumbled; “I wish I had some protection”. Instantly, two bears came out from the woods and stood by her side. Not knowing what to do, she caressed the bears and looked around, thinking to herself “Why did they do that?” A disembodied voice then spoke; “Welcome my child, blessed are you, I hope you are worthy of the task”. The voice was calm and tender, but when the girl asked about “her task”, no answer was given.
The girl soon learned of her powers and control of nature. She promised herself, to strike down and fight anyone wrongfully hurting nature. And to this day, she is worshipped and praised by the Druids of this land.
There were no signs of the boy since. Though rumors and drunken tales said the boy was in in the presence of the devil himself, and that he was concealed in a boyish shadow. This story has been passed down for generations, but is still believed to be the reason for the rise of the ever-warring Druid and Necromancer cults of these lands.
Britain was erected by Lord British the first many generations ago. Today’s ruler, Lord British the VIII, is said to be as clever and smart as the first one. Most of the kingdoms are controlled through Britain and Lord British. Britain is also the main source for trade, culture and entertainment in the lands. Other major cities also have guards assigned, but a few villains have erected cities of their own in which no law, nor Lord exists.
As Lord British the VIII had seen a great uprise in newcomers, especially new adventurers, he ordered two of his wisest men to bring these adventurers safely through the dungeon of Covetous. It was a sad even that only the wise mage Knarkan and the adventurers returned. The brave knight Sir Winchester, who had led the group and fought courageously, was killed by an evil Orc Lord. His last wish was that a guild was to be made in his name was fulfilled by three men: Treize, Balok Darkshayd and Cyrus Thunder. They were given the barracks inside the glorious Lords castle to hold his remains and spread his spirit throughout the kingdom.
As the uprise of villains and bandits was so great, a new order arrived: The Order of Law, in worship of the god of law, Winchester. Members of the Order are upholders of justice.
