It is the year 1284 in the 13th century
A year has passed since Edward the first, the Tyrant of Anglaland has annexed Wales.
No two years has passed, not one but two! Since Llywelyn ap Gruffudd has died in his ambush outside of Builth wells at Cilmeri…
The skirmish, what a pathetic way of fighting, an ambush, seriously they couldn't have chose any better way of fighting? Where is their dignity? Their honour? Such pestilience has taken form within those who walk amongst society.
Now Wales, no myglorious land Cymru has no leader!
How dare they reduce my country to nothing more but a state?
Those damned angles.
I'll kill them all for what they did.
Now that I know what I am without, watch me Longshank, king of Anglaland.
I'll prevent my country from falling any more.
I, ??? will avenge my fallen kin and seek the future of prosperity my country deserves. For what I had and what must be done this compass shall never sink. This ambition will never waver. This determination shall not be cursed.
From the eternal stars that shelter our world from the bottomless void, to the sky that stagnates us to this reality.
Let us ascend.
Let us be free.