World Map After the Flood
(Prologue to the New Era)
The flood came without warning
and when it left, the world was no longer the same.
The land once known as Bilin Kingdom had vanished beneath the waters.
Five proud cities became only three.
The seven villages were gone.
Four kingdoms erased.
All that remained were ruins, islands, and ghosts.
The Vanished World
The Villages that were lost:
Vikings the first to drown, its warriors swallowed by the rising sea.
Beastman vanished beneath the waves, its bell tower still ringing beneath the water.
Slave once a camp for workers, now a graveyard of rusted chains.
Deadland the cursed valley where nothing grows.
Ice frozen and cracked by the storm's wrath.
Fernstead the village of rice, now a silent ocean floor.
Naryan the last to fall, its people seen fleeing on broken boats.
The Five Cities of Bilin:
Vinland
Yap
Kito
Aria
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Only three survived the flood Vinland, Yap, and Raeder.
Kito and Pirates sank, swallowed whole by the roaring sea.
The Four Kingdoms of Bilin:
Soil
Allen
Thor
Atrian
All four kingdoms fell
cast into the depths, their castles now reefs for fish.
The Dawn of the New Rule
When the floodwaters finally began to fall, the survivors returned to find nothing but wreckage.
No kings.
No crowns.
No orders.
A new law was born from chaos:
"Everyone on your own."
Those who had once lived under banners now lived under hunger and fear.
Old names faded from memory, and the world called this new age The Age of Drift
a time when land was rare and the sea ruled everything.
Fernstead, my home, was gone.
The rice fields that once fed the kingdoms were now the bed of the new ocean.
No laughter. No fields. Only silence.
The Return of the Lost Child
I drowned that day.
Or at least, I thought I did.
When I woke, days had passed.
My body was weak. My head hurt. My memories
gone, like the world I once knew.
Some people found me by the shore.
They spoke words I didn't understand.
They said they would help me.
But they sold me instead.
From that day, I became a thing to trade
a child passed from hand to hand,
sold from camp to camp,
from city to ship.
I tried to remember who I was,
but all I could recall was the flood
and the sound of my mother's voice calling my name through the rain.
I was carried far, far from Bilin
to lands beyond the maps.
Where no one knew my face,
and the sky was always gray.
They called me the boy from the drowned kingdom.
The Broken Map
When the flood ended, new lands rose like scars upon the world.
Old borders were forgotten.
Now only fragments remained:
The Western Reach, home of mercenaries and traders.
The Silent Coast, where ships rot and men disappear.
The Isles of Vinland, the last stronghold of the old Bilin bloodline.
The Render Frontier, where bandits and kings alike claim land by the sword.
The Dead Depths, where the water never went down rumored to hide the ruins of Fernstead.
The world had changed.
And so did I.
The Beginning After the End
The people who bought me last promised food and safety.
They said they were looking for their families.
But hunger changes hearts
and they sold me again.
This time, I ran.
I ran through forests that used to be mountains.
Through lands where beasts ruled the ground and storms ruled the sky.
I ran until I reached the edge of the known world.
The only path forward was through the wild
a place where the sea met the trees.
That path was called The Long Court
a shortcut between life and death.
And that's where my story truly begins.