The native tribesmen of ultrapalus have lived for a decade in blissful isolation, having rid themselves from the shackles of the people that came from the East, calling themselves the 'Maple Kingdom'. These colonial ventures did not last long, however, as trouble brewing at home forced the civilized folk to terminate all supply lines to the Swamplands immidiately, and finding themselves at the mercy of the marsh the cities soon began to shrivel up and crack. Only those that chose to co-operate with the Ultrapalus tribes managed to avoid succumbing to the elements, and indeed several posts began to thrive as the Eastern ideals and the tribal survivability worked wonders together.

In fact, if everything stayed how it was, their societies may well have grown into flourishing civilizations.

Suddenly, however, everything refused to stay how it was. One late autumnal day the lookout from Ethes Rinmor, one of the more perdominant Ultrapalus societies, spotted a large line of dots mounted the crescent of the horizon. Having been at peace for so long the native forces were obviously going to be no match for an expecially determined foe, and hearts sank with dread as they saw the huscarls march over the lands they once owned, the dark green and crimson flags confirming the army to be that of Swamp Castle, come to vassalize the petty counties in the East.

The Age of Swamp Castle domination has begun. Long Live King Eadgar!