Long ago, the continent was splintered among countless tribes, clans, and city-states. Each region survived in its own way:
North: Endured snow and endless winter, forging hardy survivors.
South: Raised raiding warbands that lived by blood and plunder.
West: Built merchant roads and coastal ports, trading across seas and land.
For centuries, these scattered peoples warred, traded, and schemed without unity or lasting peace.
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Northfrost – Out of frozen wastes, the Veynr line rose, uniting northern clans beneath iron discipline. Strength and endurance became sacred, and the north was forged into a single realm.
Durnarch – In the south, warlords and mercenary chiefs carved out dominion by fire and steel. A crown of blood was forged, and conquest became their lifeblood.
Marcaya – In the west, guilds and merchants learned that wealth could buy armies as easily as silk. Trade turned to dominion, and cunning rulers built a kingdom of coin and influence.
Each was born of a different root — steel, blood, or gold — but all shared the same hunger: ambition.
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As borders hardened, conflict followed.
Northfrost and Durnarch clashed over passes and grazing lands.
Marcaya grew fat selling weapons and secrets to both sides.
Small tribes and free cities caught between were crushed, annexed, or enslaved.
None could destroy the others outright, for betrayal would follow the moment one faltered. A fragile balance held, built on rivalry and mistrust.
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At the continent’s center lay fertile plains and rich crossroads. Once home to free tribes, these lands became the Contested Territories:
Northfrost craved its soil to feed their frozen realm.
Durnarch saw it as a staging ground for raids.
Marcaya desired its markets and trade routes.
Yet the locals resisted them all, clinging to fragile independence. For generations, they held out — but without unity, their fate was uncertain.
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Into this turmoil came Chocode — not of this world, but bearing strange knowledge and vision. He rallied the people of the heartlands with promises no crown had ever kept:
Justice over tyranny
Loyalty over fear
Merit over bloodline
Weary of centuries of being pawns, the people answered. Through strategy, alliances, and sheer resolve, Chocode forged a new banner: Maharlikha.
Small, young, but unbreakable, it stood as the first kingdom born not of conquest, but of choice.
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