Baz

History
Radmantherad born and bred in Novastiona but of the stock of a once forgotten land where his parents had hailed from called Radesia, he had been brought up with wonderful tales of its prosperity, its people and culture; what a time it seemed to have been, but brought down by those who were jealous of its success. It had held out despite all odds but it eventually fell and so Radmantherads parents fled and found refuge in the glorious Novastiona where none were shunned for their past. Time had passed, eventually leaving only himself, as his parents had both passed from this plain and onto the next but in his culture, death was not to be a solemn experience, but one of joy as we celebrate in their memory; for they are now one with the void. Yet their passing had left a hole in his heart as there was no more Sunday dinners at his parents nor helping his parents around the house as their aging and feeble bodies could only do so much. And as he reflected on those precious memories that he held close; he remembered those tales from a long-ago age. His hole within his heart was filled with desire and ambition to found a town; and so, he dug a house in the ground to save money and resources in which he would need, and began stockpiling resources. Now, while he was a genius, geography and politics, he despised why i cannot say but he did with a burning passion, and so refused to learn anything about countries, their borders, and the politics concerning them.

And some time had passed much of it a blur between drinking in the local pub or down in the pit he had set off to what would be to him uncharted lands and set down roots building himself a log cabin, his own pit and dock where he fished when he needed a break from his fruitful mine which bore many a rare gems and metals, he alone would not make his dream come true so he invited his mate from novastonia his name alludes my mind for it has being a long time since those days but i had learned that we were intruding on another nations land (Redoriv) and so i went to the leader of the state and got permission from the old chap and so we spent our time working down in pit. Then one day this lass (At the time and a long while after i thought was a bloke) called Tc had claimed our humble village, but agreed to let us stay and keep its name. Though a great deal of time had passed i bought a slave who sped up construction, and soon our humble village surpassed that of the state we were situated in. This fear of our proud village Radshire had led to unreasonable demands even though inhabitants had informed the individual (Imkingkole) who ran both state (manadorff) and the village (manadorff) of this great boon he wasn't happy with that and demanded the resources we had mined, he had also being poaching people we had recruited which led to discontent, distrust and dander towards the leader as it seemed he was trying to keep those down who would dare to surpass his decrepit and decaying capital which happened to be the village he ran too. Of course, there was taxation without representation, which led to all this discontent and anger, culminating into a plot to overthrow him and become the capital or the state itself, so the people of Radshire could be free from their tyranny.

This all came to a boiling point when the leader (Imkingkole) tried to force one of the village inhabitants' mates from abroad to join his village; he had let the plot slip in his fit of anger. Now, truth be told, Radmantherad had discussed it with the villagers, which many, if not all, were in favour of this coup; yet there was never a formal plan written up because while he wanted to honour his parents and ancestors, he was not a leader but for the love he held for his creation, no, his baby, there would be no role he wouldn't fill to see it flourish; and so, he led. Yet his forces, while small, were the best of the best, though he knew he couldn't win against such a large army; so, he and the villagers elected to leave the land as it was, dead and dying, with no one to build on it or care for it. So, he decided to follow his mates to found another place; and while he didn't help build it from scratch, he had brought many of the original villagers from Radshire as it was never the place that made a bloke or lass a Radesian but their mettle, merit and moral Fiber, which i was proud to say many were even if some did, decide to go their own way. which I do miss those we lost during Radshire's time and those that went and found their own way.