By Paul Quinn
My name is Lorengir and I am a chronicler. My life has been dedicated to the recording of the achievements of the Britanan Empire. I have seen many things in my time and my time has been long.
It was I who wrote of the founding of our Empire, the day the various tribes put aside their differences to better the lives of every one of them. The colours and banners from every clan created a sight that would never be repeated. The might of our Empire was unparalleled in our history and as the years passed by and the Empire began to outgrow the natural borders that surrounded it nothing occurred that I failed to note in the Book.
I was there when we first left the borders of our own lands and travelled into realms beyond. The days when everything we discovered was new and exciting; frightening and yet beautiful. My hand was the one that penned the writings of the days when we first met the Vaettir, the Orcnar and all the other races.
It was my hand that recorded the discovery of the Maaj that the other races controlled. My pen that wrote of the ability of the Orcnar and vaettir to bend the powers of the otherworld to their use as simply as I put ink to page from an age as early as one could walk.
My writing covers the births, marriages and deaths of every sovereign to have ruled over Britanan. My pages tell of the founding of the Guards by King Rodrik and it was I who wrote the regulations for the Guards that made them the King’s protectors.
I was there the day Prince Jorje was born, the day that cost his mother her life and led to him being raised by his father, King Albyrt, a man for whom the loss of his wife was something he would hold against his son till he died.
I chronicled the beginning of the war and how a misunderstanding brought death and destruction to all points of our globe. The duration of the war caused my writings to become more important as our physical history was ripped from the very ground itself. It was I who labelled it ‘the war for existence’
It is I who failed to see the coming of the storm, the turning of the Maaj into the destructive force it was to become, yet my pen tells the tale. My record is the one that recounts the Vaettir trying to craft a spell to end the war, a spell beyond even their control of Maaj. I am the one who chronicled the deaths of almost all sentient life in the Empire and the destruction of all races as they had existed.
It was not just my annals and I that survived in Britanan. I witnessed the shielding of King Jorje by his Arcanum Guards, their protection causing the King to retain his body but not his mind.
I was there when the creations of the King took up arms to carry on the fight that their living counterparts had died for. I saw the melding of the Vaettir with the Maaj they had mastered. I was there when the secret of the Orcnar came upon the world with tooth and claw. I saw the freedom of the Nuems be given and taken away in the blink of an eye.
I have seen all of this and I have seen more.
My name is Lorengir and I am a chronicler. The world I now see is not my own.
