Our overseas city of Peninsulilde was under deadly threat from wandering orcish scum. In the nick of time, when our marvelous harbour town was to be overrun by savages, a surprising resistance has emerged from local citizens, lead by a cunning mind. When you'd expect this saviour to be one of the many adventurous gents who gather around our guilds, all the people from the capital and it's lands were dumbfounded to find a woman instead, by the name of Rahymne. Blessed she was deemed to protect proud seafaring people with a band of warriors she appears to have trained herself, when our government offers next to nothing in defense troops. Further in it's assumptions went our folklore, because for a humble lass to take such a step and come out in one heroic piece she must be sent from the heavens.
And for months her legend has spread to unprecedent levels, all the inhabitants east and west becoming knowledgeable of her feats. The status quo of our statesmen aided for this matter to take on revolutionary flavour, when the once atheistic common men clamored for her installment as our divine sovereign. They have drawn upon our ancient lore, filled with god kings who ruled the founding fathers to great glory, established the Gregori as they came to be known, and lived long prosperous lives until being replaced by their descendents. Why had the people lost the ways of their heritage? This must be a sign from the ancestors, that we may once again flourish out of divine rule.
And that's how not only did my username change, but so did our people's ways. After many revolts, bringing down the elite who guided our country to stagnation, followed by a dark stretch of anarchic years, Rahymne was finally named, by her faithful people, their God Queen, and once again had the commonfolk trust that we're being lead to something greater.
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