The continent of Voloxia divided by rushing streams and silent ocean into East and West is witness to unimaginable wars since the dawn of time. It is the land of many gods, thousands of kings and countless warriors.
The stubborn but masters of their craft dwarves of northern mountainholds, egocentric yet majestic elves of The Great forest and loyal subjects of The Empire under benevolent guidance of Goddess we humans inhabit the western voloxia while the manical maulers (Beastmen) and warmongering Orcs inhabit the eastern part of continent.
The central plains and islands were once Lairs of dragons and capital cities of the giants but as the tyranny of giants and ambitions of fragons knew no bounds, wars were waged among every corner of the continent. The orcs who worshipped Giants and the maulers who served Dragons pushed far into the heart of western cities but as every story has tyrants and butchers, it also has heroes.
The Runemaster Thorog of dwarves, The foolish Elven king Astern and our rising sun of the empire King Arthur von carstein eradicated the races of Giants and Dragons and pushed back the orcs and maulers to the eastern land from where they dared to set sights on our Voloxan empire with the strength of the merciful God sent by the Goddess herself.
Child 1. - "uh... but high priest what who was that merciful God?
"Uh-uhmm the history hasn't recorded the name or appearance of the God" said the priest as he stood in front of 20-30 children in the townhall of a small village on outskirts of The empire.
Child 2.- " Sir high priest why didn't the king marry?"
High priest- "uh..uhmmmm This also hasn't been recorded in the history"
Child 3.- "Lol the king's still a virgin" The whole townhall burst into laughter as the child said scoffingly.
High priest- "Y-You dirty brats dare disgrace the king, I shall beat sense into every single one of you today.
As the priest set his book down and started to move towards the children, they all ran out of the building shouting "The priest has gone mad again run for your lives aaahhhh" but the child who questioned about mysterious god was curious and full of passion.
The child grew,met his partner and was blessed with a boy which they named Galdor.
The boy grew up seeing his father working as a farmer and hunter with a glimmer of passion and love for his family but as Galdor grew up and eventually started to see his father's hardwork the gimmer of hope and passion was gone from his eyes as at the age of 5 years he had seen his father's cut head dangling on a rope around the neck of a wolf like creature who was feasting on the boy's mother in the same room.
The boy's eyes were clueless as unlike his father he had no hope to begin with.
"Distant shouting"- Maulers-Maulerrrrsssss the whole village cried out in fear and agony.
The mauler was done feasting on corpse of Galdor's mother as he had found the perfect aftermeal but suddenly the cries of villagers were calming and the door of their house which was set on fire by maulers was struck down in a single strike of a great hammer and revealed the stature of a short man with a long beard.
The beast not wasting a moment jumped on the man but it's skull was crushed with a swing of the great hammer. The man looking at the child and seeing his mother's corpse picked up the child and tried to calm him but the child wasn't crying nor did he question the man about his parents as it was clear thus was the fate of this world where dwarves hide in their mountains, elves are confined to the great forests harboring magical beasts and bandits alike, royals fight among themselves for fame while orcs and maulers attack all of the inhabitants of northern voloxia and the unfortunate residents of voloxan continent who greet death are risen once again as undead and journey towards the center of continent where dragons once thrived.