The troubles of life. Not really an unfamiliar concept, is it? At first, it was the coming of the Imperium. The kingdoms of the east and south on the Sernolis continent untied under a single rule. And a single religion. They were hellbent making Sernolis their own little chessboard from which they can control the lives of people. It ranged from when to praise the Old Ones and to when you need to wipe your own ass. The last one is an exaggeration of the situation obviously, but it sure did feel like they tell you when you need to do your business. But in their Emperors quest for power, he decided he wanted to extend his little influence to the north. And that's when the sparks started to fly. That's mostly because the north contained people hardened by the harsh climates and terrain of the land. So as you can imagine, they resisted, and they were doing a pretty good job of it. The Imperium boasted better organization, but northern people were unrelenting beings of soul and bond. Not to mention the Imperium couldn't handle the terrain of the north. With every Northern victory, it was something to be remembered for the ages. A time came when the Emperor decided to employ the Mages of the Chantry to turn the tides of the resistance. His whole belief was the "savage Northerners" had no concept of the power of magic. But once again, the Northerners had a good trick up their sleeve. Among their people were those called Casters, people who wielded awesome supernatural power, but it had no connection to magical energy. This frightened Chantry as they called the Casters demonic abominations wielding black magic. But what scared them even more was that they knew, no...SENSED the Casters had no magical energy within them. This power came from the primal essence of their own souls. Clearly on the losing side of this war, the Emperor was forced to recall all his troops back to the Imperium lands. This drove the Emperor to madness, increasing his tyrannical rule across his empire. To this day, the land belonging to the Northerners remained in their hands, They even spread and claimed the west, thus fully dividing the continent in two. Cut to years later, the two kingdoms of Sernolis, Theltara and Karnasis, still remain separated between the border. This folks was the tale of a time where pride got the better of foolish ruler and how you should never EVER underestimate someone from the north. But you probably wonder, "Will this little tale lead up to a bigger story? A story where someone of peculiar nature will change their world forever?" I guess we'll just have to wait and see, won't we? And besides, some stories tend to leave you hanging on a thread at the end.