Our world is cursed with an outraegous circumstance! We are never to be safe from tradgedy and bloodshed! Woe is us! Woe, I say!
...but maybe I shouldn't be so vague.
It has been exactly seven decades since the Void tried to devour our world, seven decades after the mad mage Exodus returned, calling himself Exdeath, and tried to annhilate everything we hold dear. Slain though he was, the Cleft of Dimensions sealed in the wake of his annhilation, we were not safe.
A decade ago, new travelers from the Cleft of Dimensions appeared. They offered us not destruction, but friendship and trade--interdimensional travel, something that was once theorized by the Scholar Mid--who disappeared about seven years after Exdeath's destruction, along with his illustrious grandfather
Now, seventy years later, we have just come to terms with the alien cultures that inhabit our world. We thought peace would be easy. Yet, you cannot see two superpoowers, once the most dominant in their respective worlds, now have grown too powerful.
The Land of Surgate and the Queendom of Karnak claw at each other like wild beasts. With Tycoon isolated, Walz flooded, and Bal weak and defenseless, these two forces are the only true powers our world has. Now, they desire to annhilate each other...and we are all caught in the midst.
Mercenaries and adventurers have taken this chance to join up in brigades of their ilk to join either side--and pray to us all that we survive the upcoming storm.