It had always been this way. The Rangers of Araluen, working in the darkness to serve the light. The King had always been the wise and kind ruler that everyone had expected of him. The work continued to spin, and everything was fine.
But that was ancient history.
The Royal throne was again in the hands of an incompetent fool, and his foolhardiness had caused the boarder to move into flux. The Skandian treaty was broken first, with the Araluen fleet attacking their shores.
Celtica, Hibernia and Picta managed to be merged into the Araluen country, which was a complete and utter foolish move, since the shoreline was expanded, and more troops were needed to control the sea.
Conscription started in the small farming towns of Araulen, taking in every child over 12 they could get their hands on. Gallica joined in with the invasions, taking out chunks of territory. This mass war was soon joined by Toscano, backing up Araluen, and Teutland backing up Skandia.
Nihon-Ja was finally forced into the fray when Skandia launched a raid there and captured several fleets of ships. Then it turned itself into a third world power, claiming several countries to its cause.
The Ranger's Corps were killed. At least, majority of them were executed for several accounts of treason that they committed. The King wasn't pleased that the Rangers had tried to broker peace on his behalf, and their deaths simply enraged the Corps even more.
They cut themselves off from the Kingdom then, and declared themselves neutral before disappearing off the face of the planet. It seems that there is no hope left for this broken world.
And this is where the story begins.
Rangers, work in the dark, to protect the light.
