The Beginning...
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A long time ago in an era almost forgotten by the gods, there were two kingdoms: Claymored, famous for it's sharp-edged tools and Fhalkior, specialized in shields and armors.
Once upon a time in a distant past, two kingdoms existed and were renowned for their respective specialties. Claymored was skilled in the creation of sharp-edged tools while Fhalkior excelled at producing shields and armors.

They were feared and envied by their enemies because of their power.
The enemies of these two kingdoms were filled with fear and envy due to their power.

One day when the two kingdoms were celebrating an alliance of great proportions, without any motive, the sky turned black and brought an unbelievable fear never felt before by those people.
On a day when the two kingdoms were enjoying a momentous alliance celebration, the sky suddenly turned dark and instilled an unprecedented fear in the hearts of the people.

A cold darkness took the place of the daylight and from the sky terrible winged creatures of incredible size and demoniac forces came down to earth.
The darkness of night replaced daytime and fearsome, gargantuan winged creatures with demonic powers descended upon the earth from the sky.

An endless massacre was spread out on the two kingdoms, and the armies had no chance, nor time to take care of the wounded and survivors.
A relentless massacre unfolded across the two kingdoms, and the armies had neither the opportunity nor the resources to tend to the wounded and survivors.

They protected themselves in a castle that was still standing up. The Claymored castle served as shelter for the people of the two kingdoms.
The people took refuge in a standing Claymored castle, which provided shelter for those from both kingdoms.

Inside the ruined castle, the King of Claymored, Theodoric, swore revenge with a fury that would scare the Devil himself.
King Theodoric of Claymored, while inside the ruined castle, vowed to exact a vengeful fury so intense that it would frighten even the Devil himself.

But his army was not enough for such battle. Theodoric had to search for help in a friend nation, Akronis, situated five thousand miles from Claymored.
However, Theodoric's army alone was insufficient for the upcoming battle, so he sought help from his friendly neighbor, the nation of Akronis, which was situated five thousand miles away from Claymored.

Their armies alone were not enough for such journey.
Even the combined forces of Claymored and Akronis were still not enough for the arduous journey ahead of them.

So, there was only one possible solution, create one single nation, one single kingdom, based on the proud of it's people, on the honor of it's dead soldiers and on the fury of it's king.
Thus, there was only one viable solution: to create a unified nation and kingdom founded on the citizens' pride, the honor of their fallen heroes, and the unbridled fury of their king.

This is the way that our fantastic journey starts... This is how starts the Throne of the Alliance...
And so begins our magnificent journey...Thus commences the era of the Throne of the Alliance...