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The Arrival of Cormac VII
I never post back stories for my MOCs, but I’m making an exception this time. If y’all read all of this, I’ll be seriously impressed.
A fully recorded account of this story can be found in the Grandmaster Library in the city of Goldenrod; but, given the current situation, that library is unavailable. The story goes roughly as follows: Three-thousand years ago, in a land far away from Roawia, there lived a simple blacksmith by the name of Orion. This smith lived in a time of near anarchy, where regimes were overthrown daily and where lawlessness was rampant. Good men lived in the shadows, seeking only what was needed to survive, while evil men lived in the sunlight, hoarding power and thriving off greed. The need for order was obvious, but the strength necessary for order was eluding man’s grasp. That is, until God visited Orion in the dead of night. God gave the smith a chunk of a golden metal, infused with His own power and might. Orion knew immediately what he must do. By divine intervention, Orion forged a Crown of power out of the golden metal. With the birth of that Crown a nation was born, a nation that dominated the land in every aspect for three thousand years.
The Crown was passed down from Orion, father to son, creating a dynasty as legendary and powerful as the Crown itself. For three-hundred generations, evil was fought, territory was gained, and cities were built. Each king ruled with justice and fought with valor. There were times of war and peace, prosperity and famine, enlightenment and decline. The nation, which came to be called the Dawn Crown (or simply, the Crown), went through four distinct golden ages up to the point where our story begins, the most recent occurring one hundred and fifty years ago under the reign of King Cormac II, also known as Cormac the Great. (This is the time period where most of my castle MOCs are set.) The Crown slowly declined from that time onward, until disaster struck forty years ago.
Cormac VI, the great-great-grandson of the legendary Cormac the Great became king at the age of thirty-eight. Later that same year, he fathered a son, Cormac VII. During the second year of his reign, evil struck at the heart of the nation. Bandits, men from nowhere, crept into the palace at Goldenrod during the dead of night. They stole the king’s Crown, by strange magical means, and fled to places unknown. The ensuing months were pandemonium. Somehow, the people of the Crown knew. They knew that their sole source of power was gone. Cormac searched everywhere, roaming across the land for years and years, leaving his nation in disarray. He was rarely at the palace to raise his son, and he could only watch as his nation crumbled before him. The Orcs attacked from the north crippling dozens of cities along the way. They wormed their way through the heart of the land, until after twenty years of war; they finally arrived at Goldenrod to sack the capital. Cormac VI and his men fought valiantly, but all was for naught. Cormac was slain in battle by a rogue arrow. Without their King and their Crown, the nation was overtaken. Prince Cormac VII, spurred by the anger at the death of his father was running to fight to his death defending the gates of Goldenrod when a most curious thing happened. An old man, withering away before their eyes, stopped him on his march, and proclaimed to him these words: “It’s in Roawia”. Cormac knew immediately what he had to do. He gathered twenty of his best men and sent those that were left to hold the gate for as long as they could.
He had heard stories from his mother about Roawia, a land far to east, across the sea. Cormac and his men fled, to the coast, to their last resort set in place by his grandfather. A ship, packed with months of provisions, had been hidden in a cove right outside of Goldenrod. The men clambered on to the ship, carrying with them as many relics of the nation as they could. Cormac left that day, leaving a nation smoldering in ruins, only a shadow of its former glory. But as he watched the city burn from the sea, he swore to himself and his nation that he would return, with the Crown on his head, to re-establish the nation that had ruled so valiantly for three-thousand years.
So our story for the LCC starts with the arrival of Cormac VII, beaten and worn, on the western coast of Lenfald, just south of Isil Oro. Cormac must find the Crown, not only for himself, but for his nation as well.
If I’ve said it once, I’ve said it a thousand times:
Respect the Crown, even if it is green thesedays.
The Arrival of Cormac VII
I never post back stories for my MOCs, but I’m making an exception this time. If y’all read all of this, I’ll be seriously impressed.
A fully recorded account of this story can be found in the Grandmaster Library in the city of Goldenrod; but, given the current situation, that library is unavailable. The story goes roughly as follows: Three-thousand years ago, in a land far away from Roawia, there lived a simple blacksmith by the name of Orion. This smith lived in a time of near anarchy, where regimes were overthrown daily and where lawlessness was rampant. Good men lived in the shadows, seeking only what was needed to survive, while evil men lived in the sunlight, hoarding power and thriving off greed. The need for order was obvious, but the strength necessary for order was eluding man’s grasp. That is, until God visited Orion in the dead of night. God gave the smith a chunk of a golden metal, infused with His own power and might. Orion knew immediately what he must do. By divine intervention, Orion forged a Crown of power out of the golden metal. With the birth of that Crown a nation was born, a nation that dominated the land in every aspect for three thousand years.
The Crown was passed down from Orion, father to son, creating a dynasty as legendary and powerful as the Crown itself. For three-hundred generations, evil was fought, territory was gained, and cities were built. Each king ruled with justice and fought with valor. There were times of war and peace, prosperity and famine, enlightenment and decline. The nation, which came to be called the Dawn Crown (or simply, the Crown), went through four distinct golden ages up to the point where our story begins, the most recent occurring one hundred and fifty years ago under the reign of King Cormac II, also known as Cormac the Great. (This is the time period where most of my castle MOCs are set.) The Crown slowly declined from that time onward, until disaster struck forty years ago.
Cormac VI, the great-great-grandson of the legendary Cormac the Great became king at the age of thirty-eight. Later that same year, he fathered a son, Cormac VII. During the second year of his reign, evil struck at the heart of the nation. Bandits, men from nowhere, crept into the palace at Goldenrod during the dead of night. They stole the king’s Crown, by strange magical means, and fled to places unknown. The ensuing months were pandemonium. Somehow, the people of the Crown knew. They knew that their sole source of power was gone. Cormac searched everywhere, roaming across the land for years and years, leaving his nation in disarray. He was rarely at the palace to raise his son, and he could only watch as his nation crumbled before him. The Orcs attacked from the north crippling dozens of cities along the way. They wormed their way through the heart of the land, until after twenty years of war; they finally arrived at Goldenrod to sack the capital. Cormac VI and his men fought valiantly, but all was for naught. Cormac was slain in battle by a rogue arrow. Without their King and their Crown, the nation was overtaken. Prince Cormac VII, spurred by the anger at the death of his father was running to fight to his death defending the gates of Goldenrod when a most curious thing happened. An old man, withering away before their eyes, stopped him on his march, and proclaimed to him these words: “It’s in Roawia”. Cormac knew immediately what he had to do. He gathered twenty of his best men and sent those that were left to hold the gate for as long as they could.
He had heard stories from his mother about Roawia, a land far to east, across the sea. Cormac and his men fled, to the coast, to their last resort set in place by his grandfather. A ship, packed with months of provisions, had been hidden in a cove right outside of Goldenrod. The men clambered on to the ship, carrying with them as many relics of the nation as they could. Cormac left that day, leaving a nation smoldering in ruins, only a shadow of its former glory. But as he watched the city burn from the sea, he swore to himself and his nation that he would return, with the Crown on his head, to re-establish the nation that had ruled so valiantly for three-thousand years.
So our story for the LCC starts with the arrival of Cormac VII, beaten and worn, on the western coast of Lenfald, just south of Isil Oro. Cormac must find the Crown, not only for himself, but for his nation as well.
If I’ve said it once, I’ve said it a thousand times:
Respect the Crown, even if it is green thesedays.