In the minds of mortals there are great goals that they live their entire lives seeking to fulfill. It is common for mortals to desire love, to lust after fame and fortune, to chase after secrets, and to wish to see everlasting peace. Often enough what should end with a valued life of happiness ends in only misery and suffering for the world. War can be rooted in hatred, in ignorance, in a blood lust seated in the throne of cruelty, but just the same it can be born of such good intent. It appears no matter the means or intent, battle will always persist in the world of mortals.
The Western Empire, a land grabbing imperial power from the North, further pushes South seeking to take in new provinces which can then feed into the giant beast of a nation. Its Emperor undeterred by the legends of the South, unfettered by the heroes that claim the lands as their homes, and unmoved by the loss of life that was going to come. It only took the will of one man to start, just one man was the catalyst for what would turn out to be one of the bloodiest wars the world of mortals would see.
To the Northwest the Barbarian clans gather prepared to take back what was once theirs. In the Empire's bid for the South they pushed out any that resisted their sovereignty. With a grudge to claim the Barbarians wasted no time in gathering their hordes, ready to show the Empire that it was unwise to tear people from their homelands.
To the North East the Two Hundred Year War had finally come to an end with the Five Princes of the Five Kingdoms signing treaties and forming an alliance. With their hands freed it dawned upon them that the Empire was growing to be too great a threat for them to challenge alone. With imperials encroaching on their borders those of Dong, Nan, Xi, Bei, and Hexin merged together into a grand army of the united states.
In the center of the White Sea in the lands of Mersus the Deathborne of the islands had been building up a civilization. Untouched for centuries, they had grown quite a deal. Their holy leader, the Prophet and Archlich Koryza rallied her subjects into a crusade seeking to bring the entire world of mortals into the eternal afterlife with them. To them the living were suffering from mortality, and needed to be saved. The Deathborne viewed them not as enemies, but as resistant sinners who must be purged of life so they may enjoy eternal bliss.
At the Southwestern corner of the area a great power emerged. Demons from some hellish world came and destroyed kingdoms only to reforge them under a new banner. These chaotic and vile entities seek to conquer the world, offering whatever one desires should they become a part of the Destruin society. Without hesitation the Destruin have taken to offense, aggressively pushing out and claiming land wherever possible.
To the South in the Southern Kingdoms hastily treaties and alliances are signed. While within them all a hatred burns for one another, with the threats rising all around them the monarchs wisely decide to call a truce and band together. They join their armies, begrudgingly marching with one another to gather their collective strength and use it to hold what they have and survive the coming war. To help keep a unified force under control they elect one of the monarchs to act as the High Monarch, with the victor being King Richgarde of Tidren.
But the war looming did not escape the gaze of the Southern Dominion. A land rife with internal conflict and squabbles. Always ones to seize opportunities, the many governors held council and elected to go to war to see just how much land, gold, and power they could steal from the many nations fighting one another.
All had their reasons to fight, all reacted to the words of the Emperor. But none were prepared for the cost that would come with it all.