Blood, Honor and Chivalry
Through ancient traditions and ceremonies of yore, the Peregonic are some of the most well traveled people in the world, thanks to their unwavering loyalty to the race of man.
Through the ancient codes of chivalry, young knights and squires are sent forth to the distant corners of the world, by the oaths to their lords and pledges to their ladies. On strange shores and stranger lands, they quest to bring down the judgements gauntlet on the twisted, as they reclaim forlorn treasures and relics from mankind's ancient foes.
Defying the new means of steam and cogs, the knights of Peregon remain true to their vow's of lance and blade. On horses clad in steel, they ride fearlessly through fire and brimstone as honour, fame and glory follow their actions into the tales of legend.
Four kingdoms of Peregon
Kingdom of Eastweald
The kingdom of Eastweald mainly consists of its coastal city that lies protected within a fairy-tale forest of bewitching beauty. This kingdom founded on magic and nature's virtue stands strong due to it’s valiant knights on bewinged steeds.
To their quests they remain forever loyal, to raise King Castellian’s banner through lands of corrupted lords and wicked beasts. All things vile with the world shall fear the approaching storm of green and blue, as noble beasts rain from the skies to wreak havoc down on the hordes below. As is their decree to protect the forests and the innocent from the creatures made in the thorned one's image.
"We serve the might of the ancient wilds, yet we do not commit the folly of slaving for her."
-King Eduard Castellian.
Kingdom of Goldwick
On the southmost of the three isles, a kingdom that was once paved in gold seeks to repair it’s many cracks. Weathered by time and since long harassed by it’s old enemies, the knights of Goldwick seek to rekindle the flame of ancient magics to combat their foes. And reclaim treasures that are rightfully theirs of course.
Indomitable to the odds, this once capital of magic prowess defy the fiends of the seas and unleash a tide of white and gold onto the scorching deserts and southern jungles, as well as the frozen wastes of
Scarnza. By King Goldburg's will, the thief, the robber and the pillager shall fall to their blades.
"Shall we die on this glorious day, fear not the grave as even though our enemies are legion and twisted, our immortal souls shall smite their spirits!"
-King Marcus Goldburg.
Kingdom of Nightbridge
Within the northern plains lies the Peregonic shield known as Nightbridge. A city of hardened combatants, scoundrels and tricksters that walk underneath the dim street lights of the streets, as they serve like candles in the dark.
With a land often set ablaze from
barbarian raids on their kingdom, the black and gold storm of bloody harvests do not idle as their people suffer brutal atrocities. With wills of iron they ride with the Dark Stallion to glory and conquest as their victories mount one after the other, until all the lords and lieges that would threaten Peregon lie dead.
"The dice of fate has rolled, and they promise me your skull."
-King Tiberius the Dark Stallion.
Kingdom of Dawnshire
At the center of the isles lie the kingdom of skies high. The cradle of order and glory. It was these knights of yore that wrote the grand codex of chivalry and the tenets that every man should aspire to follow. However, few are those who still follow the ancient ideals.
Yet in the wake of the red and silver charge, a new age of knights shall rise up to bring glory and justice to all lands of humanity, and beyond. It’s not only the will of the high king, but that of the high heavens, that Peregon shall reclaim its rightful place as the jewel of civilization. That their high court may once more rule the lands with a just and kind hand, and be rid of it’s inner sickness.
"By the heavens high, blade and hammer shall fall to smite the unclean. It matters not how large, how vile or how putrid our foe is. In the end they all perish to celestial might."
-High King Virginius the Pure.
Ancient vows
Before the time of a united Peregon that was sworn to one High King, the kingdoms were unstable like a wildfire. It was a time when the four were nine, in a world of political struggle that had just encountered the powers and arts of wild magics, or mysticism as it came to be called.
A world that too long had lived in peace and prosperity, where few knew the right end of the sword, and where Knights and Kings had flawless souls and hearts of pure gold. Traits that have since been lost to time.
A sickness of sin spread through the blood of the lands, casting the people into a madness of selfishness, violence, greed and arrogant pride. Kings once perfect turned into mad tyrants for the sake of one limited resource that they so lusted for. The secrets of what laid beyond the veil of reality... The energy sources of magic.
In the bloody wars that followed, nine became four, and four became even more maddened at the taste of conquest, and the idea to rule all of Peregon. Yet none would manage to gain the upper hand on the other. In the end, it became a battle of personal might, of magical prowess
The nature loving king of the Eastweald cast a rift through the fey realm itself. The result was the transformation of the Veilwood, leaving a mystical fairy forest where once old oaks stood in darkness. It was also the birth of holy beasts, such as the pegasus and unicorns, but the cost of a land forever changed to play by new, dangerous rules.
The warrior king of Diestraux channeled a mighty storm that caused blood to rain from the skies above, thus terrifying the citizens of the ill omen that the high heavens had befallen to ancient monsters, thus splitting the kingdom into Nightbridge, and what would come to be Diestria.
The king of Goldwick, known as the father of transmutation and one of the most powerful mages to ever live, turned all he could see into gold. Thus inflating the economy and spreading word of riches ripe for plunder to civilizations far beyond.
And the king of Dawnshire, formerly known as the kingdom of Paragon, mustered such mental powers that he could cure any disease, create miracles with will alone, and take over the very minds of the weak willed masses, which in the end came to be his bane.
All the four kings suffered, and all agreed to end it then and there, in a traditional battle, by blade, shield and lance.
Yet in the wake of a last, honorable battle to die with honour and dignity, none took the chance at redemption. Instead they unleashed their full mystical force on one another, shattering the very veil of existence itself as the void pulled them into it's shattering embrace.
Ever since that fateful day, the four kingdoms have stood united, underneath the
united banner of Peregon.
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