Prologue
In the times of creation, when the Kingdom of Veldaria was newly united, a Prophecy was foretold by the followers of the Goddess of Creation.
The Prophecy foretold of a large blast of magical energy which would signal the return of the evil Dreadnaht in a far off land. A powerful Veld king who attempted to usurp the power of the Goddess and enslave all Velds. And with his return, he will surely try again.
In the story, the Goddess led a civil war against him. Leading the faithful Velds in combat with the heretics. The fighting was hard, and many died. But Dreadnaht was defeated, his army in shambles and the faithful easily drove away the ragged survivors, hunting them down within months. With his defeat, he was banished into an alternate dimension. A dimension where is only escape would be a powerful eruption of magical energy caused by unknown forces... But the Prophecy never told of what would cause it. Nor of how. Magic was unknown by Velds. Never wielded, never touched. But it seems Magic is wieldable, as the Prophecy is coming to fruition. Scholars and astronomers have found signs of a magical eruption far away. In a land untouched by life, and by Velds.
The Book of Creation may preach peace, love and tolerance. But when the Faith itself is threatened, it is every faithful Velds duty to fight the evil. Warriors and peasants. Barbarians and kings. Bakers and sailors. It is a duty carried by all. And now it is their time...
The Chapel of Creation has declared war on Dreadnaht and his forces, and it is time for all nobles and peasants to settle their differences and unite under the banner of the Goddess and sail to this new world. To defeat the evil that grows and keep freedom away from the shackles of oppression and tyranny..
Or die trying....
