Prologue

        In the year 1114, the small kingdom of Corvel faced its twentieth year of ceaseless warfare between itself and its many neighbors. Corvel’s very own Prince Willem, a young man who had only known life as it was in this dismal region, tried time and time again to bring the region to some semblance of peace, though to no avail. It was when he was greeted by God himself that fate turned in Willem’s favor. With a divine blessing, Willem brought an age of magic to the Kingdom of Corvel. The kingdom’s people would rise from their beds to see miracles before their eyes each and every day. Creatures of myth were suddenly commonplace. Glorious shows of dancing flame entranced the public by night. The capital city in which Willem’s castle stood became the home for all things once thought unbelievable.

With the advent of these miracles, Willem finally swept the eight warring lands under his wing, not through force, but through promise, creating the one Kingdom of Avaria, of which he would be King. With the other kings becoming Willem’s seven noble counts, Avaria would become a blessed kingdom, united under the glory of its many miracles. For as long as Avaria remained God’s sole chosen country, its contemporaries would not dare encroach on its holy grounds, for no man could compare to the power that was His Divine Majesty King Willem.