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It is the eve of the ceremonial signing of the Treaty of Molina, a pact signed by all the nations of the Greater Continent. The Treaty has maintained a shaky peace among the nations, but storm clouds gather on the horizon. While the Age of a Hundred kings has all but past into myth, the scars of the Great Period of Shadow stand as a monolith to a forgotten age. The greed of men shall never be sated. The dark forces, that once ravaged the continent, now threaten to engulf its inhabitants once more. Four champions stake their claims upon this world, but which will choose between selfish greed…mehr

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It is the eve of the ceremonial signing of the Treaty of Molina, a pact signed by all the nations of the Greater Continent. The Treaty has maintained a shaky peace among the nations, but storm clouds gather on the horizon. While the Age of a Hundred kings has all but past into myth, the scars of the Great Period of Shadow stand as a monolith to a forgotten age. The greed of men shall never be sated. The dark forces, that once ravaged the continent, now threaten to engulf its inhabitants once more. Four champions stake their claims upon this world, but which will choose between selfish greed and a greater good for all. The mysterious priest from Molina, who calls himself Pipen, travels to the far reaches of a cursed kingdom. Our second hero, a merchant from the southern lands, Doron Snake Keeper, is the Speaker for the united tribes of the southern region. Meanwhile, our third hero is an old warrior, who fights for a long-lost cause. The fourth and last is the Red Dove, a faceless bastard and son of the northern king of Hohen. He wears a mask to hide his childhood scars. In conflict, there is always opportunity. The Treaty of Molina, likely to be signed once more, will usher in a new age of prosperity, scheming lords and officials sharpen their knives. Rather than peace, war appears imminent. "To my fellow kingdoms, we gather in my halls of this great city of Molina to bring an end to this discourse that has torn our beloved land apart. Let this treaty, our signatures affixed, stand in protection of our realms; that our subjects might live in peace, that we may replace dread with hope, and our dead with children. Thus, I decree, Nicolo of the Rose Flower, King on the Mountain, Champion of the Waste, and Red Skeleton of the Shadow, that every autumn this treaty shall be renewed, with an accompanying feast." -The Treaty of Molina, Signed beneath the last moon of the Age of a Hundred Kings and the Great Period of Shadow