Prolouge

Years ago, there stood side by side two great and powerful nations. Delindres*, renowned for its fertile lands, great academics, and beautiful architecture. And Minsruna*, a country that was famous for its rich mines and hardy craftsman, and feared for its all too powerful military. For a time, these nations worked together in harmony, benefiting each other in trade as well as defense, should other nations attack. However, the inevitable happened and war reared its ugly head. Both peoples began to argue over prices of trade, and loyalty to which side was thrown into question.

Minsruna made the first move.

In the thick of the battle, with both sides desperate for a victor, neither backing down, a strange youth appeared on the battle field. He demanded all fighting stop, before he used force to put an end to all of the suffering and death. Naturally, no one took his threat seriously.

That was when the first use of what we now call Cirilia* happened. Both sides were struck immobile with fear and awe,laying down their weapons, for fear of what horrible fate would become them, should they ignore his second warning. Not long after this event, the leaders of both nations met and made peace. They awarded this brave youth with all of the wealth and fortune he or his descendants would ever need or want. Additionally, in his honor a town was started on the border between both countries, to represent the bond they once shared and now do again.

Two decades have passed since this youth took a stand against both nations. Today, he is no more. Our story begins with Astor Iskitan.