The constant wars, rigid hierarchy with implied caste system, and with the “soft” kingdoms to the south always watching, the North developed a reputation for pride and stubbornness. Eventually, though, the pride led to decadence, the stubbornness to stagnation, and the hierarchy to revolt. The North began to tear itself apart just as the Urlorih began a massive invasion in the east of the kingdom. They burned and slaughtered almost all the way across the kingdom until they sacked the Capitol and killed the king. When they did that, they took his crown with them back west. This crown was blessed with the touch of their patron God, and it is absolutely required to continue the lineage. With the crown gone, the royal line, and therefore the entire society, collapsed overnight. This feudal pyramid was irrevocably caped with the divine kingship, and could not be repaired. The Urlorih, though, did not stop, and continued West, approaching the border with the south kingdoms.
Finally, they reached the Regent of one of the last remaining provinces. Unlike some of the others, who had simply thrown down their weapons, or worse, and abandoned the north, resolved to stand and die, rather than leave. He gathered his wife, children, and about a thousand men to go and die nobly rather than live in shame. During the battle, though he killed countless Urlorih and committed countless acts of courage, he was wounded mortally, and finally died in the middle of the melee. Rather than be greeted by their patron god, however, the Regent was greeted by the God of death. He offered the Regent a choice.