The Story

Tucked away between the mountains and the marshes is the small kingdom of Galforn, almost completely cut off from the rest of the world. The castle and its connecting village are the main civilized parts, yet... There is so much unrest there. The King is iron-fisted, many people say, controlling the actions of the people like puppeteers, and that's why the Rebels are fighting. No, no, no! The King has to be iron-fisted because the Rebels exist, otherwise he'd relax!

No one can agree.

But, regardless, there is the King, and there is the Rebels. For years the Rebels have lurked, infiltrating the ranks of the King, and were it not for one thing, they would be making their move this very instant: The King's Men. They had long been rumors, the sort of fairy tales one easily discards, tales of people with powers, who could do magic. Things didn't exist, right? At least, that's what everyone thought, until one of their spies reported that yes, there was such a team, titled the King's Men. So... Was it true?

Unsure, there is a standstill, the Rebels hastily gathering as much information on these Men as possible, while they attempt to hide, staying in the shadows, and only coming out if necessary. Which is becoming far, far too often.

Who will win? That, my friend, is still up in the air. Who do you want to win? That is an entirely different story...