Millenia ago the S'suman Imperium, under a religious sect known as the Masters of Truth, made war on the Confederacy of Dragons, mammalian upstarts versus an ancient reptilian order. During this war the S'suman Imperium, who became known as the Godslayers, would invent a weapon so terrible that it nearly extinguished the southern sun, killing the forgotten god that lived inside. This conflict ended with victory for the Godslayer Imperium and destruction of the Confederacy of Dragons. The Godslayers empire grew but with passing centuries this fueled a smoldering conflict with the nomadic Northern Roeblini Armada. According to Roeblini legend, the deiticide of the Godslayers triggered their decline and the waning of their might. Under the eternal bloody twilight of the great Southern imperium, the barbaric raiders and the decadent savages made war. Ten score years ago, the Roeblini Armada finally lay the final siege across the Forest Sea to the Empire of the Godslayers, casting down the ancient emperor and destroying the capitol seat. In its stead rose New Roeblini City which soon became a thriving port and trade center. The city is the centerpiece of a long curved belt of smaller outposts that stretch along the coast. New Roeblini City is a series of small islands nestled within a crater half open to the sea. Towering waterfalls falling from the forested cliffs feed the brackish but murderous currents of the city's shallow harbor. South of the ribbon-like nation is a great verdant rainforest that has swallowed, over centuries, the Godslayer Imperium. Throughout these jungles live great lizards some of whom have been turned to beasts of burden or war, and some too rapacious but to be attacked on sight. The landscape is dotted with active volcanoes heating the humid air far more than the tepid light of the waning Southern sun. Many blame the salt and wet for turning copper roof's green and tarnishing gold to black, but oldings say each year the decay seems to accelerate, and legends say that in the time of the S'Suman Imperium their was no decay. All will admit that more and more of the walking dead have been seen in the last five years than ever before, although most would agree that the rapidly expanding population is disturbing more and more secreted Imperial tombs. Everyday the population of this booming nation grows both from natural production and immigration. Everyday prosperity abounds. New Roeblini is the new homeland of this formerly nomadic nation. It is governed by an elected chieftain and two houses of representation. The first is the House of Heroes whose members are selected by their deeds of renown and service to the nation. Their opposition is the House of Merchants whose members are selected by monetary bids for seats. The two houses select candidates for the position of Chieftain who is then elected by the common populace and serves until they resign or die, currently this is Lady Andova, a merchant-magi who has served for the last 12 years. Laws and taxation are prepared by one house and voted upon by the other. In all other matters of policy the chieftain serves as absolute ruler. Many leagues to the southeast lies the Draconic Confederacy politically silent and diplomatically neutral. The Tunnelweb of the Dwarves now reaches the distant coast of New Roeblini, although careful tariffs have kept the stout folk from completely monopolizing trade. The Feywild kisses reality from sea and sky. During mysterious solstices and equinoxes the jade waves of the Forest Sea become the rippling canopy of the Elven Homeland. Far to the north under the crisp light of the Young Sun, the Eladrin Realm winks in and out of existence atop the clouds. Welcome to Kingmakers and Godslayers, do you have what it takes to one day rule this land? |