Riders of the High Table

Avallus.

A land of bounty and treasure. A land of war and destruction.

Since it's shores were first inked upon a map by ancient explorers, it has... called to people. Something about it's land, it's wealth both material and magical, and the grandeur it summons forth has built civilizations innumerable upon it's soil, only to impassively watch them be torn down time and time again.

One kingdom seemed to defy that trend. Opulent and imperial; Camlann, the kingdom of the Greatcrown, imparted it's chivalric values upon the land itself as it grew. Conquering and assimilating kingdoms, countries, and tribes alike.

The God-King Gowyr led it from it's inception, to the demise brought on by his own death, and when he died his knights scattered to the winds, establishing kingdoms of their own, and planting their own ideals.

And yet, for the ground beneath out feet, nothing has changed in the slightest. Only the players are different, and the dirt knows that it will bring all into it's embrace with time.

The wheel turns once more, grinding the ambitions of man to dust