Continent of Regnum

Regnum is as it was meant to be. In the beginning of its history the first Settlers of its lands had been amazed at the splendor the large continent had offered. With varying lands and varying flow and sizes of Mana Veins. With all new lands; every neighboring country sent their explorers and armies overseas to try their hand at conquering the unknown lands. Hundreds of years later, and Regnum is still as massive as it was when it all began and home now to a multitude of persons heralding from backgrounds as diverse as the sea. But, things as simple as they may seem have reached the peak of hostility.

Many years had King Allant stood vigilant from his chambers and set about watching over the kingdom he had called his own. His father's father's father's greatest of grandfathers had come into possession of this idle patch of land no larger than the Academy of Artificers further east than any man willed to travel. Plenty long nights were spent in this room standing levels over the kingdom's largest city. Within this very 'room' he slept with countless women and men, ate of the finest foods money could buy and witnessed the death of any foolish enough to so much as tarnish his name with their tongue. However, he knew that his money, power, and ancestry had been no match for the brewing war that built within this continent. Decades ago you could've jested of war, today it was nothing more than the inevitable. Famine reached his lands first; some unnatural plague befell his life-long home and frightened the residents of his cities and villages into hiding. What scant depiction of life yet remaining was the corpses the littered the streets. Ejected from their homes by whoever remained living the diseased fell victim to the harshness of autumn and found their eventual demise to the bitter-cold. Even now in the hours preceding sun-rise he witnessed a few of his soldiers and guards running about the streets and removing the corpses before they amassed too great a scent.

“This is a shame.” The king mumbled turning about on his heels to listen to the subtle touch of his metal-plated boots and the stones underfoot. Unknown to him an idle servant boy caught the mumbles and offered his counsel. “S-sir.. Anything I may do for you? Perhaps if you took your mind from the matter---” Throwing his chalice, which just barely missed the boy's face; Allant hunched over with rage filling his featured hardened by battle and age alike. Though reaching high into his sixties, the man's mass and sheer strength seemed unyielding almost as if it forgot that age was meant to bring about the decay of such things. “You will not speak so lowly of this kingdom. This is MINE, not some vagrant child who knows nothing of the world beyond his chamber's walls!” Normally Allant suggested to any and all who had been his citizens to voice their opinion (so long as it dared not bring poison to his name). However, this boy had gone too far. Knowing his reaction to be too powerful he settled down into a comfortable chair at his own dining-table. Brooding in silence as he watched the boy go about cleaning the mess of wine.

Just over the horizon in the East, another man of power sat in his study conflicted over the next 'forbidden arte' he could teach to his students. Never had Drae suffered so much on so simple a subject. When in the last one-hundred years did the human people become so ignorant of the gift bestowed to them by the 'Craftsmen', that they would ban the use of magic? Drae's confusion settled at the ticking of the golden clock. With trained eyes he studied over the magi-locked instrument and watched as the movement of its bladed hand halted altogether on one of the various numbers. "Foreboding." Rising up to study the tool of keeping watch over the mana-veins he felt a sudden urge to implore one of the more skilled individuals on the reading of 'Paths'. Had it been proper to do so in the middle of the night?

Looking out of a small window just over his shoulder, Drae's eyes flashed with a brilliant light that promised a foretelling or another. Silence grew strong about him and before long he was spewn even further east. Within these lands he was alien and imps and other beasts jumped about his brilliant Ethereal projection with cheers and promises of war. Overcome by the lack of a mana-vein within these lands his spirit jumped back to his body but missed it by a mere fraction of an inch and thus he went flying westward into the regions of King Allant. Watching with dismay at the sight of corpses burning under the hand of fellow citizens and the sound of drums as the forces of neighboring countries raised their arms in spite of the old king. "Fool." Drae collected his thoughts and remembered his offers to have Allant join him in the Academy.

Knowing Allant since he was just a boy, Drae always wanted to watch over the youth. It was the simple thing to do; he was his father's friend, and his father's father's friend. It was necessary! But the stupid git wanted no part in a magician's idle buzzing. Something snapped in that generation; it was not just in Allant but in most of the other humans.

Greenwood a neutral village that lingered in the northern reaches of the western lands. While remaining in-land, the reaches of the great and vast seas still somehow managed to distort the earth about Greenwood and forever lock it within a swamp brewing with life and greenery. According to legend Greenwood had been the village that gave birth to the 'Wolven' a special kind of person who gave away their life of humanity in the hope of becoming strong beyond belief.. Making monsters of men and turning them into cold-hearted killers. It was the Wolven people that had assisted in the growth of the village that had grown so large it should've been considered its own country. It was the Wolven People who prompted the rise of one of the most influential faces in the time of war-ridden Regnum: "Ral`Iza".

Ral`Iza was not just an average village chief. He had been born during the rise of the Wolven, and watched as they spread the claim of humans onto the other inhabitants of the swamp. When he was just a boy he had seen his father and his people bearing their spears at the spectacle of the undead evacuating from the swamps and running further North into the reaches of Forever-Winter, a land teeming with monstrous entities that had slain the natural bearings of the earth. They set about offsetting the natural growth, and now in his manhood he had been victimized once more by those monsters.

Ral', as he was dubbed by the most civilized kingdoms branching east and west, and south, and some northern reaches, sat on the wooden floor of his hut, and watched with some interest in the children that played with the monstrous-sized fish collecting in one of the streams that parted through the length of the whole village.

An odd number has blessed us. Plenty to eat, but what is the meaning of this? Thinking to himself, Ral felt the brushing of cold hands against his back and the soft kiss of a woman at the lobe of his ear. Darn Witch... What have she to say now? Like the other two men of power, and the countless ones yet to be seen, Ral was powerful beyond comprehension. Capable of feeling the flow of natural Attunement he had known full-well what this woman had been and did not hesitate to bite his own lip to silence himself on the matter. Letting her whisper her sweet nothings until she fell into the idea of business: "There's a war brewing. And we're invited. The Northern-Beasts want our blood and the neighboring kingdoms want our lands. King Allant in the South is falling ill with depression and Drae to the South-East is projecting himself across the continent and teeming with his own demons.. Chief Ral', are you ready to bear arms?"

Without much hesitation many men and women are rising arms. Coming from unnamed villages, unnamed kingdoms, countries and even the numerous islands laying about the continent and marching their ways onto the land of Regnum, ready to start a name of their own. Start your own army, band of mercenaries, caravan of magicians, or even a traveling circus. Merge with the land and become a man without a home, lover of the beasts, and set out to shape something as you want. Uncover Magic-Veins, discover new Attunements, Auras, and artifacts that are laying about the continent in ruins and awaiting your happening upon them.