So it passed the last of the great kings and kingdoms had fallen. The once unified known world is shattered, towns and small villages banding together, governing themselves, dozens of other guilds and orders that operate through out the world, and tribes ruled by powerful war chiefs. My name is Vori, and I am the son of Chieftain of my tribe my father, Yakabori. To our tribe and our all thoese that neighbor us my father is know as , Yakabori The War Hammer. He was named this during his conquest to unify the neighboring tribes. He had never lost a battle joining more than 18 tribes growing our numbers and territory. This has provided our people with security and peace. A peace that has lasted my entire young life only 12 years, but I never questioned it would ever change. My father held a more pessamistic view of peace. He would always tell me "enjoy peace as much as you for as long as you can because it never last."
I would always reply in the same manner by telling him "he's already beaten everyone and there's nobody left to fight."
To which he would say "There's always someone left to fight."
I never took his words to heart. I should have. Perhaps things could have gone differently. Anything would have been better than...this...
@ByronCraft