Lore, so far

It all started in a land called Theia. A man, soon to be king of the whole land: Rowan, led his people to Theia, who we're fleeing from their homeland, Relven. They had been cornered in war and chaos, and had to find a new home. Rowan, who was the scout of the group, had discovered a valley with rocky hills and good soil. He showed his people the land, and they settled. Their settlement slowly turned into a town, which became more populated as the years went by. They could finally live in peace. Altumus, is what Rowan called the town, and by the time it became a town, Rowan was crowned as King of the people of Altumus.

Rowan, through all his years as king was turning old, and had a deep and dark secret he had been keeping from his people. That day he found the valley they settled in, he found something. Something disturbing. It was a gem, conveniently lying right beneath his feet where he stood. He picked it up and felt a strange power surge through his body. He felt powerful, and strong minded. He threw the gem in his pocket and told his people of the valley, and to this day Rowan still has the gem, hidden in plain sight, on the peak of his throne, a dark blue gem can be seen decorating the throne to this day.

One morning, everything turned cold. Every peasant in Altumus woke with a strange feeling, and looked outside their windows. The sun could be seen not rising, but descending, and as the sun descended, right before it reached the bottom of the horizon, another sun could be seen rising right beside it, which was almost pitch black, but when you looked closer, it was dark blue. Meanwhile the Altumesian people  gazed upon the hills, Rowan woke up, and realized he fell asleep on his throne. He held a party for his closest in the town, he turned 60 that day. Rowan rose from his throne and walked outside his castle and yawned whilst stretching, then froze. He slowly turned his eyes to the sky, and noticed the sun. He ran back inside, in panic and looked to his throne. The stone had shattered, and the shards on the throne, seemed almost like they were etching away. Rowan rushed to his balcony, but as he reached the top of the stairs, he felt unusually weak. He managed to hang onto the balcony fence, and collapsed. His vision was fading, until he saw nothing. A guard woke Rowan, and told him a bandit had sneaked into the castle and stolen something, but he wasn't quite sure what. The guard took Rowan to his personal healer, and


Many survived, however, and would carry on to face the difficult Spring. The ground stayed muddy, and crops had difficulty finding root amidst it. Knowing what would come to them, the peasants begged the king for lower taxes. Their wishes were denied, and they searched for ways to help their crops. Some built stairs into the land to help drain the excess water, while others covered their farms to let the soil dry before planting, but with little luck. The days continued on, passing away with nothing but rain. and the people of the land had to fight with scythe and shovel in hand everyday.