The thousand years war
This story Begins when a country is besieged by Al'drakene. A country long gone, the great city and fortress of the Malkerie. This story begins when that country falls and the other countries form the Great Alliance the first time. The king was in his bead chamber... "Ilane, my queen, we must send our son away to keep the kingdom alive." The chilled he was talking about was an ancestor of Greyhem, Greysham.
"Yes my lord, let me say good by." She tuned to her son, the future king and ancestor Grandfather of Greyhem, "My son, you should remember me as best you can." The baby began to cry, "Don't cry, we will meet again." The queen Ilane began to cry herself, the king soothed her best he could.
"Hemshale!" He called for his loyal doorman. "Take my chilled to the furthest corner of the world, gather my best men to escort you there." The doorman then took the chilled out of the room and went down the stairs.
"Men! The king has ordered me to take the best fighters to escort me and his chilled to the kingdom of Greynor. Jekeel, forshan, and bortule, you will be my escorts." He said when he got to the barracks.
"Yes, my friend. We will go with you," Jekeel said in a tense voice. Jekeel was the captain. "But there is the problem of how we get out of this city without being killed. The Goblins will kill anything they see, and surly the king cannot negotiate with the creatures, can he?"
"I don't know Jekeel"