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The story thus far. Welcome fair traveler. Sit a while and listen. The birth of Imperia, through blood and sweat, has built it's foundation on the bodies of those who's cried pleaded for mercy. Those cries were heard by now Empress Revan. Through her strong fortitude and the aide of her allies allowed for Imperia to be what it is today. This story begins in a kingdom, off in distant lands, known to allies and enemies as Edmund the Relentless. The might and cruelty of King [NAME] was well know and the hatred of his people were sown deep within the walls of the kingdom. Through countless crusades and nameless wars. Conscriptions and famine. The lands he fought to conquer and protect would soon fall to famine. Starving the citizens and stowing all harvest for soldiers and aristocrats. Siphoning off their labor. Ruin and decay would fill the lands. Petulance would soon reign as the new ruler of [COUNTRY NAME] if this were to continue. The people tired and would revolt, But his armies stood too strong. Their generals cold to their citizens, gripping onto their power and enforcing laws no man should be governed by. Giving their soldiers amnesty to murder of their own countrymen. Granting them rights to theft, arson, and sin. His war council would convene frequently between small revolts and marching campaigns. Within his consul stood High Lord Revan, [NAME], [NAME], [NAME], and [NAME]. Though King Edmund would turn a blind eye to the sufferings inside his own walls. High Lord Revan could feel the pain of her citizens, where Edmund refused and refuted their pleas. The death toll would echo in through out the halls of the castle and through out the lands of the [COUNTRY]
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