The Kingdom of Starcry

We only have legends of the Great Purge - passed down generation to generation, forever altering, forever changing. It is said that in the beginning, those of my people refused to bow down to the Forgotten Ones, seeing them only as intermediaries to the Creator. Still other legends claim that a demon child was to be killed, being a corrupt. Regardless of the cause, thousands of our kind were ran out of our homes by a Forgotten Emissary, labeled heretics, and seen as a threat to stability. We took to the icy wastes of the north, and expanded slowly.

It was during those first hundred years that the kingdom was founded and named Starcry, a reference to the legend of the Gods themselves weeping at our ousting.

Isolation soon set in, however, and because of this, scant resources began to force the kingdom into warring tribes. War was fought over the smallest amounts of food and supplies, and some tribes even turned to cannibalism to survive.

Hundreds of years had passed when the Creator came upon us - he had realized the lies of the Forgotten One who had forced us from our homes, and wished for us to return. Few of us were left - our once mighty tribal kingdom had been reduced to rubble, and as for me - my family was murdered by the cannibalistic Sava Tribe mere days before. Clothed in only torn bandages, I was taken by the Creator to Aeonis, and told that I had been given a chance at life, and to seek out Rajaat. I found in that time that I was not one of the Kingdom of Starcry - I had been adopted many generations before, my memories lost to a past life. Sometimes I fear, waking in a cold sweat, that I, a halfling corruption, could have been the reason for the Purge...but I may never know the truth of that event.

May Creator forgive me.

A Brief History of Starcry, from the text Priori Veritas, authored by Twilight King of the Human Empire Golgotha Avante, Magistrate of Ravenholm and Bane of Pestilence