Prologue: The fall of Essil
It is the year one thousand three hundred twenty-one, humans and dragons have thus far lived in peace on the continent of Fresian Òrm. In the north east of the mainland lay the mountainous country of Einmoar, where dragons are rare, and humans are the rulers of the land. To the east of Einmoar are the islands claimed by the Ishnim dragon tribe, who have the abilty to transform from humans to dragons. To the south of Einmoar are Essil and Oktlen, with Oktlen a vassal to Essil, together they claim the the swampy wetlands of southern Fresian Òrm. Essil and Okten produce most of Fresian Òrm's rare spices and plant extracts, they also hold some of the largest and rishest ports in Fresian Òrm. To the far west lies the barren wastelands of Shinmar, rich in rare minerals and loyal mercenaries. South of Shinmar lies the mysterious island Ennis, thought to be haunted by all manner of evil. To the Northwest of Shinmar lay the Frozen island Olber mostly populated by Ice Mamkutes. to the southwest of Olber lies Fraiser's sub-tropical main island. Fraiser, which rules most of the western islands, is home to loyal knights, merchants and Fire Mamkutes.
With the recent assassination of king mjehn, ruler of Einmoar, Rumors went abound that Essil and Oktlen sent a assassin to Einmoar; Since Essil and Oktlen had numerous skirmishes along their border with Einmoar, they were naturally thought to be the culprits for the assassination. Essil quickly sent a diplomat to talk about the matter with the new ruler of Einmoar, Frein...
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One week later...
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"Well is there word yet from the diplomat I sent to Einmoar?" Rolf, king of Essil, said.
"I'm sorry your majesty, we still haven't received any word from him." The Knight replied
"Very well then... Tell the soldiers to be on the lookout for any signs of aggression from Einmoar." Rolf said sternly.
"Yes your maje-" The knight started to reply...
"Your Majesty! Your Majesty! A huge army of Einmoar soldiers have appeared and have started to attack the castle!" The knight shouted interupting the previous conversation while rushing in.
"This cannot be how could have Einmoar gotten so far without us finding out?!" Rolf replied in a rather shocked manner.
"I have no idea, but you must escape your Majesty! For without you Essil will be no more." The second knight replied.
"Cannot do that for I am not the real king of Essil, the original royal blood of Essil lives on somewhere on the continent..." Rolf said in a low tone.
"So there is still someone left from the Royal family of djerh that founded Essil?!" The knights responded.
"Yes, I have sent a spy to seek him out and have him take his rightful throne as king of Essil. The person in question goes by the name of Xero and his last known whereabouts were somewhere in Einmoar..." Rolf replied
Just as the knights were going to respond, a bright light suddenly arose from the door, after the light passed, a tall robed man could be seen standing at the door way. After few moments the Knights fell to the floor and Rolf felt a sudden sharp pain to his chest.
"Mark... You m..mu..must find... him..." Rolf said as he slowly died and fell to the floor.
