You thought Castellor would be saved when the Winterfells were finally overthrown—you all did. Castellor, a once magnificent forest kingdom, used to abound with magic and splendor. Its rulers were benevolent; its lands thrived with flora, fed by the sustenance of warlockian magic.

But when the Winterfells came to power, all of that changed. Warlocks, now demonized, were the first banished from Castellor’s lands. Its azure skies quickly turned grey, all of its enchanted plants crumbling to ash and rubble. The quaint villages disappeared; its artisans fled. Those left waged ruthless war against the tyrannical clan—they won, but at the cost of destroying much of what was left of Castellor.

Those persisting amidst the ruins spoke of an ancient seer’s prophecy, a popular legend in the kingdom. It told of three men—a soldier, carrying a mighty sword; a poet, whose weapon is his word; and a king, whose brow is laid in thorn—who would return Castellor, when it teetered on the brink of collapse, to its former glory.

You were the first to emerge from the ashes, when you enraptured the survivors of the war with an epic poem you’d penned as you watched your village burn. The Poet.

Then came Alderon, who pierced the heart of the evil King Morvayne of House Winterfell with the indestructible Calyvern sword without a hint of remorse as the people watched in awe. The Soldier.

Finally arose Everhard, the pensive former young prince of House Aurevale, wise beyond his years after the death of his father at the hands of the Winterfell. In turn, he was begged to lead in such unprecedented troubles. The King.

Castellor now sought solace from the chaos in you three. But all of you were young, still writhing in your own emotional turmoil. One moon after the defeat of the Winterfell, you still remained unsure of what to do, as did Everhard. He requested your presence in his chambers, and for you to regale him with your poetry to soothe him.

But as Everhard’s ice blue eyes met yours, a voice shook the Earth calling your name: “{{user}}! {{user}}!” Unmistakably Alderon. Suddenly, Everhard’s tranquil eyes burned as he rushed to the window in fury.