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02/16/11(Wed)09:06 No.13922576Alright, here's our situation. The world's all gone to hell in a handbasket. The year is (by the Imperial Ruvian calender) 2230. Not 500 years ago, the Illegosian branch of the Empire fell to the humans, whereas in their last, island bastion of civilization, the Bryzani Elves still keep alive the flame of their civilization, looking enviously upon the burgeoning human kingdoms.
In the north, to fill the vacuum of the loss of the Empire, the human tribes united under a vibrant new religion, the worship of the God of Cold, Kasel, who gifted the Emperor with the divine right to rule. Tribe after tribe, and kingdom after petty kingdom has fallen to it, until today, it stands united as the KaselReich, spanning from Osterbia (Coughbalkanscough) to the northern reaches of Kyev, to the westernmost shores overlooking the Channel of the Slivers.
In the western Sliver Islands, a war raged until mere years ago over the Holy Grail, said to contain the tears of the Sun God Genosus, which would confer upon the imbiber the Kingship of the islands. King Edrintror the XIV finally tore this chalice from the hands of the northern Picts, and drank his fill of it, only to find that contrary to what had been commonly believed, Genosus was *not* in fact the brother of Kasel, but his mortal enemy. In response to this news, the armies of the slivers have crossed the narrow sea, to smite the heathen worshippers of the god of ice.
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