Game

At the absolute centre of the galaxy sits Prime Meridian, how and why Prime Meridian exists is unclear. The age of Prime Meridian is unclear, but it feels older than time itself and ancient facades and pillars harken to an era aeons ago; to a people that existed long ago; impossibly more advanced than the denizens of the galaxy today. The spiritual wisdom of the citizens of Prime Meridian is interwoven with an ancient wisdom that emanates from the Tree of Life.

Statues adorn the surface of Prime, unknown effigies and faceless gods stand imposing amidst the pink sky. A beautiful contradiction and a testament of the unbreakable spirit that humanity brings wherever it grows. To even fathom building amongst the ruins of entities who are far beyond the physical capabilities of themselves and to tarnish the ancient hallowed streets show a resourcefulness that fosters hope. It sends a message of hope that whosoever exists amongst this vast, cold galaxy, knows that once their reign has fallen to ruin; life will, and always has carried on.

The ancient citizens of Prime were of course, The Architects themselves, the reasons for their disappearance is unknown, but many Freelanders are drawn to the place and come to Prime to pay homage to those faceless beings and to walk the Cloud Spiral pilgrimage. There is an atmosphere on Prime Meridian, a feeling outside of understanding and comprehension, a feeling of hope and expectation, that anything can happen and that here, is where the adventure begins.

A land blessed by the ancient magic of the Architects. The development of civilisation was too slow for them. It was not entertaining enough for the immortals. A gift was bestowed upon the wandering tribes of Haeyanna, the gift to control the elemental forces that governed this mysterious land. The gift of the Haex Sphere; the focal point of the Haex Force.
Mankind soon began to covet this supernatural power and great cities emerged from the misted forests, and humans gained dominion over the other lifeforms on Haeyanna. For they were given the gift to control nature herself.


A kingdom was born, devoted to growing the knowledge to become more in tune with the elements, but through development they strayed further and further away from purpose of the Haex. Rapid scientific advances created a utopia, but this was not to last.


Kings of a united Haeyanna rose and fell as the ages shifted from one to another, the dust of time fell slowly onto the Haex Force as teachings became more and more impure. The magic of the ancients began to lose its might as humans took more from nature diminishing her powers, the elemental forces waned into twilight.


The Haex council, born as fierce guardians of the elements and the Haex Force, protecting nature and her elemental blessings. The power wielded by the council began to evaporate as all things must; greedy Maeges claiming the arcane powers for themselves and students chosen through politics rather than natural gifts began to further harm the creed of the Maeges. Earls throughout the lands began to envy the power of the council and their access to the ear of the King. Sanctions passed within the United Parliament began to shackle the councils freedoms and the Heax fell to bureaucracy as teachings fell away and fewer prodigies were born with the kiss of the Haex each passing moon. What was once an abundant gift became scarcer.


The impact of development resulted in the Architects turning their faces from Haeyanna and the blessings received centuries ago now became increasingly sparse, for the intentions of man were not for harmony but for dominion.


In the time of King Bartholok the Bear, a great divide formed within the Haex Spire as the health and strength of the Grand Maege deteriorated. The issue of succession dominated the court as none were deemed worthy by the Architects, for humans did not deserve this gift of the Haex Force. A prophecy was delivered unto them, and from that moment onwards, no more infants would bare the Kiss of the Haex.


A war for the control of the Council spread between two opposing Maege houses.
The House of Soenheim – Who seeked the mastery of the elements and sharing the Haex Force with all peoples on Haeyanna through technology, and Haex imbue.
The House of Acren – Who fought for purity and for proving their respect for The Heax Force to undo the prophecy of the Architects.


As war threatened the already dwindling Maeges, King Bartholok rushed to aid the purist elementals, to attempt to gain the favour of the Architects and to bless his succession. The Soenheim forces retreated and seceded from the United Kingdoms of Haeyanna, forging their own kingdom behind the walls of the Steel Crag foothills.


Many Soenheim strongholds emerged and the new country began to flourish as the peoples of the forest flocked to the safe haven created within the welcoming embrace of the Soenheim Lords. Theirs was a country built on democracy and equality, where humans were given the gift of the Haex Force to share with the whole of Haeyanna and her peoples. The Republic of Soenheim flourished through trade with the emergence of many great cities and from defeat arose greatness.


The House of Acren’s leader Azeem gained the ruling seat of the council and led the nation of Acren forward, focussing on learning. But this soon became unsustainable, for without new Maeges to replace the old the Haex Force became increasingly rare. The country mourned the loss of magic from the world and slowly, the power of the king fell away as too did the years. Kings again replaced Kings, and the Maeges began to leave the council; to join Soenheim or to wander the great forests, in seeking truth and harmony and to once again gain the favour of love from the Architects. The new King Dieder soon began to look past the Steel Crag Foothills, to that great metropolis Candor City in Soenheim; for what could inspire the nation more than victories and the spoils of war?


Wars began to break out as the powerful Maeges from the Kingdom of Acren began to attack the Republic of Soenheim, leaving destruction in their wake.