Story
Many years before our story begins, a conflict known as the Valorous War
swept across the continent of Yulamecca leaving little in its wake but blood
and sorrow.
The country known as the Imperium Galia sought to secure its rule over all
the disparate countries that surrounded it. One of these countries, the small
Kingdom of Valencia, refused to submit, and though the Imperium lead many
great armies against the tiny nation, its king—the hero Rodrigo—would not
yield.
In time, Galia turned its attentions away from Valencia, and before long the
war had ended. Rodrigo’s kingdom had kept its freedom, but only to a degree:
Across their borders, the eye of the Imperium was ever watchful, and any
hints of rebellion would be met with overwhelming force.
But the war was many years ago. Today’s children have never seen the misery
of war, or the bloodshed of battle, and to many, war with the Imperium is all
but forgotten.
Winter’s white coat has only just been hung atop the shoulders of the
mountains as the young prince Ernesto makes his way toward the Valencian
border fortress. The stark beauty of a mountain winter fills his sense, illpreparing
him for the sight that awaits...
Ernesto rounds a bend in the road to see the unthinkable—the fortress,
besieged by monstrous creatures that stink of death and decay...the undead!
The prince leaps to the ground, ready to enter a battle he cannot win, but the
voice of a young girl stops him in his tracks...
“Take this sword, and save your comrades in the fort! This blade is one of the
Vaettir Arms... With it, I believe you can save them!”
Ernesto has heard of the Vaettir Arms...heretical weapons of great power,
carried by the Imperium in the Valourous War. Some say they are evil; that
they carry with them a terrible price...
...But Ernesto is a man of action, not contemplation. Without another
thought, he takes the blade.
This is how the second Valorous War begins—not with anger, not with
politics, but with a boy, desperate to save his friends.