The Chronicle of Chalameria
The Kingdom of Chalameria, as it is known today, carries with it a legacy spanning over four centuries. Forged in the crucible of strife and bound together by fragile alliances, the realm is comprised of four Baronies, each with its own heritage, rivalries, and ambitions. These lands are held in tenuous unity beneath the authority of the Grand Concord, a council formed from the Great Orders—ancient institutions that blend wisdom, steel, and scholarship into the governance of the kingdom.
Yet Chalameria’s story reaches further back than the memory of mortals can trace. In ages long past, the realm was graced by the presence of the Beings of Power—extra-planar entities who acted as mentors, allies, and “good neighbors” to the people. Their wisdom shaped generations, their presence woven into the rhythm of the land like the turning of the seasons. Still, a gap remained between the immortal and the mortal, a divide that even these good neighbors could not cross unaided.
From this need, the Paragons were born. They rose from a sacred pact binding one mortal and one immortal together in shared purpose. This covenant ensured that the natural order remained balanced, tethering the strangeness of the planar creatures to the mortal needs of Chalameria. Through the Paragons, the Beings of Power found true belonging, calling Chalameria their home rather than a passing refuge. These paragons stood as champions, guardians, and arbiters of destiny, their lives and essence inseparable from the fate of the kingdom itself.
But peace is never eternal. From the shadows arose Lilah, a corrupting force whose influence spread like poison. To protect the realm, the Paragons united with the Beings of Power to forge their greatest work: a grand seal, crafted to imprison Lilah and secure the future of Chalameria. With sacrifice and sorrow, they succeeded—but at terrible cost. The Paragons dimmed, their light fading into slumber, and the Beings of Power withdrew from the world.
Guardianship of the seal fell to the Akedians, the first rulers of Chalameria. Entrusted with the vigil of the Dream Wood, the living boundary of the seal, they were charged to remember what no other mortal could. For as the Paragons descended into their great sleep, a spell spread across the land: memory of Lilah, her corruption, and even the seal itself was erased from every mind and every record. Only the Akedians carried the truth forward.
But the seed of Lilah’s corruption had already taken root. Twisted by her influence, the Akedians betrayed their charge. Instead of protecting the Dream Wood, they turned their efforts toward breaking the seal, seeking to call their mistress forth again. Slowly, the bonds unraveled. At last, the seal was shattered, and the world awoke.
This awakening was no triumphant dawn. The Dream Wood opened, and with it came peril, confusion, and fragility. The age that followed nearly collapsed in its infancy, for though Lilah had not fully returned, her corruption lingered, staining the very soil of Chalameria.
Thus began the Time of Troubles. No longer could the people look to the Paragons or their Good Neighbors for guidance. The Grand Concord was thrown into chaos as Barons schemed against one another, Orders clashed in secret, and commoners bore the weight of fear and uncertainty. Nobility walked a razor’s edge, balancing merit with prestige, survival with ambition.
It was with great sacrifice that a new age of Paragons emerged. They went about recreating the seal in order to imprison Lilah and banish the corruption from the land. This time they wove the seal so that no one would forget the sacrifices or their history. At great cost Lilah was defeated, the Akedians were thwarted, and the world began to settle. The Beings of Power now sleep, and the Paragons have vanished into the mist.
It is a new Age of Mortals, unbound by otherworldly influences. The kingdom endures, fragile yet unbroken. The Grand Concord debates, the Baronies rebuild, and the Orders hold their watch. In this age, every oath sworn and every blade raised carries greater consequence. For it is mortal hands alone that will shape the destiny of Chalameria.