For centuries untold the High Kings of Telrosia have ruled over the lands of Tian. While kingdoms rose and fell, the Telrosians remained. But as is told, all good things must come to an end. In the year of the Gods' 647 a mighty plague swept through the lands of Tian, sparing few, leaving many of those who remained disabled and weak. Following the plague came barbarians from the land and sea, seeing an easy target, they descended upon the land like vultures upon a carcass. Having grown complacent, and with its resources already stretched thin after the plague, the Telrosians were truely only a candle in the darkness. As kingdom after kingdom fell before the heavy leather boots and ironshod hooves of the invaders it seemed like the entire land was doomed, but hope was closer than some would've believed. Born and bred in the fanciful courts of Telrosia, the Royal Family's blacksheep was an unlikely savior. From his own uncle's cowardice he drew strength, and the young man rallied those few nations who held faith still in the ailing Telrosian kingdom. Against all hope, the boy became a man, baptised in combat against the ruthless invaders. As victory after victory mounted, he proved beyond a doubt he was the true High King - a title his uncle had sought to keep from him. With him came a light, a new light, and a force that would drive the invaders from the land almost as quickly as they had appeared. But it was to be his one, and only, grand acheivement. Placed upon the throne, the boy aged, and aged, and aged, and while the land prospered, the man's household did not. From no womb could his seed produce an heir, and so, as he lay upon his death bed, thus have the seems of the land begun to pull themselves a part. The princes and knights who once raised their glasses to their High King already seek to reach beyond what is theirs...

The year is now Gods' Year 689 and the High King is near the end of his life; his death will leave the Telrosians leaderless, for he has produced no heir and no living relative remains. Now is the time for someone else to rise up, to lay claim to what has so long been denied them, the title of High King and dominion over all of Tian.

Written by Salararius and modified in the very slightest by Azanael