FOREWORD
In its present state and form, the Corone Republic had existed for over a millennia. With no significant conflicts ravaging its soil since the Demon Wars and with relatively scarce internal tumults, the Corone Republic prospered and grew into one of the most powerful realms of the known world. With its dominion over the naval trade routes and wise foreign policy that formed neither allies nor enemies, it became the cornerstone of culture and a haven for all that sought justice and peace. The Assembly – a quintet of governing people chosen by the citizens, all experts in different areas – was a ruling body that successfully maintained the sovereignty and never led the Republic astray. And for that, they were loved by the people.
It is because of this that the death of two members of The Assembly threw the Republic in an upheaval. The Steward of Corone – Arno Erriades – and the Grand Marshal – Aidan Johnston – were assassinated in their homes, and according to intelligence gathered, it was the doing of local criminals. The remaining members of The Assembly reacted instantaneously, ordering the apprehension of any and all suspects that might’ve been related with the treacherous deed.
Tribunals were formed specifically for the process of questioning these suspects. Governed by the inscrutable Inquisitors, these relentless courts presided in all the major Corone cities. Many were brought before the justice of the tribunals, commoners and royalty alike, wheeled in like brigands in steely cages. In an unforeseeable turn of events, each and every one of them was found guilty for treason and sentenced to death by hanging. Some communities rebelled, others submitted silently, but no insurrection was more sanguineous then the one in the city of Gisela, where the outcry of the public was quietened by the blood of over three hundred rioters in an incident that would later be known as the “Gisela Massacre”.
Seeing these outbursts of violence as a direct assault at the stability of Corone, the remaining three members of the Assembly decreed that the current democratic government was too weak to fight the domestic enemies. The current system was abolished to make way for the uprising of the new power; The Corone Empire.
But there were some who resisted. At the very heart of the arboreal expanse of Concordia Forest, Corone Rangers made a stand against the tyranny in the city of Underwood. The numbers of these freedom fighters were scarce, their rebellion trapped by the newly established Empire from all sides, but the woodlands were their home. In it, they seemed untouchable. A campaign was started almost immediately after the treachery of the Empire, to fortify the four borders of the Concordia forest. Four Companies were formed and dispatched north, south, east and west. But the Empire reacted accordingly.
Out of the four regiments, three failed in their missions completely. The one failure that echoed across the lands the loudest was that of the North Company, where Marshal Letho Ravenheart lost the South Passage to the vastly superior foe, thus enabling the Empire unhindered transit through the Comb Mountains and into Concordia. In retaliation for these actions performed by the Rangers, the Corone Empire struck at their heart, torching down Underwood. Once a great City of Wood, Underwood was turned into charcoaled rubble in a single afternoon and the Empire’s magicks. It was the end of the Rangers. But it was also the beginning of something else.
Standing in the ashes of their lives, the townsfolk of Underwood pledged their allegiance to Marshal Ravenheart and the remnants of his Rangers. In order to train this new army away from the eyes of the enemy, Letho Ravenheart and Edward Stormcrow led their troops to the Cathedral Hill, the last refuge of freedom in the land crushed by the boot of the Empire. In the catacombs under the hill, the motley congregation trained, steeling themselves for the battles to come.