Ancient Clan Riverrow
settled in this peaceful
meadow hundreds of years
ago.
The building of
Neverfel began.
Peace and
prosperity
among the
territories
lasted
through
several
monarchies.
Clan Marrow took the throne
through stealth, deception, and
some say, lethal means.
Clan Riverrow
lived quietly in
their meadow.
The Marrow King soon
became a corrupt king.
Soon he had
subjugated many of
the neighboring
territories and
Courts.
Many young men and women
were forcefully drafted into the
King’s service, breaking up
families, with utter disregard. Meanwhile, Neverfel
prospered,
unnoticed.
Darkness finally descends
on
the quiet countryside…
Neverfel is now within the King’s
sights.
Over time, the
territories fell one by
one under the strength
of the king’s sullen
troops.
The Marrow
King’s yellow
banner has
been spotted in
the west 2 day’s
ride out.
Neverfel
must not
fall!
Present day
Neverfel.
At least one
may have
already been
within the walls
of Neverfel.
Clan Riverrow prepares for war.
Defeat to this tyrant is not an option.
Marrow Scouts
have been spotted,
their yellow cloaks
garish in the
sunlight.