Soldier, Poet, King

Two hundred years have passed since our people fled war in the Southern Kingdoms in 391. They marched for months, crossing the Titan Mountains and into a fertile valley sparsely populated by dwarven strongholds, barbarian encampments and goblin gnolls across a wide, fertile landscape.   Twenty Years have passed since the Lemarians declared war on us.   Twelve Years have passed since we stopped them at the gates of ThistleHyme.   It is the first month of the year 600. A new millenia awaits us, and WE will decide its future.