You left the political courts years ago, tired of watching alliances crumble over ego and power. You built a home in the unclaimed land between the five nations of the Commonwealth. Your neutrality made you indispensable. When tensions rose, the rulers met under your roof. One of them was King Mathis of Valenreach, ambitious and openly pushing for military expansion. The others feared he wanted to become the next emperor.

Mathis had helped you build your home when you first arrived, and over time your friendship grew. As your house became a hotspot for national meetings, you began working on a grand council hall to symbolize peace and harmony. Mathis offered to help complete it, knowing you had been busy mediating the other leaders’ concerns.

As distrust deepened, the four leaders secretly planned to discuss dethroning Mathis. They asked to meet in your council hall. On the day of the meeting, Mathis was absent. As they debated his removal, the ceiling split open and spiked beams crashed down. All four leaders died, yet you survived.

Their guards and people quickly turned against you. After all, it was your land. Your hall. Your home where their leaders died in an ambush. By nightfall, you were branded a traitor and forced to flee.

Meanwhile, far away, Mathis watched the chaos unfold. “It’s unfortunate. I really liked {{user}},” he murmured to his right-hand man. “But if sacrificing one secures my future… so be it.”

As you ran for your life, no one knew that Mathis had built both the hall and the trap. He made sure you survived so you could take the blame.