No one knows who first uttered the name "Garganomr". Maybe it was a terrified fisherman trying to explain to his wife what he saw in the distance while on a specially long voyage, or one of the few lucky adventurers who managed to survive an encounter with the monster, perhaps it came from a scholar looking for a way to explain the origin of a disease plaguing a small fishing town or a merchant fortunate enough to find one of the rare and enormous scales that sometimes wash up on the shores of the continent.

The one thing that rings true among everyone is that powerful beings often carry powerful names. Even if the original meaning behind them is long-lost to the passage of time, their names will live on through their actions and attain a new significance.

One such individual, whose name has been carved into history, leaving bloody footprints in its wake, is that of King Enerin the First, the one man who, tired of Assythian internal affairs and diplomacy, and disgusted by the mixing of cultures and races, gathered an army of like-minded compatriots and colonized the wild north in a blaze of righteous glory, creating his own kingdom at the cost of thousands of lives and countless species.

Over six hundred years later, the influence of his name is palpable all over the kingdom of Ostara. It can be seen in the name of the capital, in the ideals reflected in the Ostaran culture, in the songs sung by the wandering bards, and in the stories, mothers lull their children to sleep with. Many a foreigner witnesses the fervent patriotism of the Ostaran people, who cheer "God and King" at all festivities and social gatherings.

Legend says that when the liberation army first arrived at the western shores, they succumbed to sheer terror, for it wasn’t a shore of gold or crystal waters that greeted them, but Garganomr, sleeping at the edge of the world.

But King Enerin far from being disheartened fought back the monster to a stalemate, floods and earthquakes ravaged the land while the two battled each other, in the end, the human king won, the giant snake retreated to the heart of the sea, and a scale was left in the middle of the lake as a reminder of the encounter, King Enerin then proclaimed he would build his castle in the middle of the lake separating the two shores using Garganomr’s scale as the foundation of it.

No one knows who first uttered the name "Garganomr". Maybe it was a terrified fisherman trying to explain to his wife what he saw in the distance while on a specially long voyage, or one of the few lucky adventurers who managed to survive an encounter with the monster, perhaps it came from a scholar looking for a way to explain the origin of a disease plaguing a small fishing town or a merchant fortunate enough to find one of the rare and enormous scales that sometimes wash up on the shores of the continent.

The one thing that rings true among everyone is that powerful beings often carry powerful names. Even if the original meaning behind them is long-lost to the passage of time, their names will live on through their actions and attain a new significance.

One such individual, whose name has been carved into history, leaving bloody footprints in its wake, is that of King Enerin the First, the one man who, tired of Assythian internal affairs and diplomacy, and disgusted by the mixing of cultures and races, gathered an army of like-minded compatriots and colonized the wild north in a blaze of righteous glory, creating his own kingdom at the cost of thousands of lives and countless species.

Over six hundred years later, the influence of his name is palpable all over the kingdom of Ostara. It can be seen in the name of the capital, in the ideals reflected in the Ostaran culture, in the songs sung by the wandering bards, and in the stories, mothers lull their children to sleep with. Many a foreigner witnesses the fervent patriotism of the Ostaran people, who cheer "God and King" at all festivities and social gatherings.

Legend says that when the liberation army first arrived at the western shores, they succumbed to sheer terror, for it wasn’t a shore of gold or crystal waters that greeted them, but Garganomr, sleeping at the edge of the world.

But King Enerin far from being disheartened fought back the monster to a stalemate, floods and earthquakes ravaged the land while the two battled each other, in the end, the human king won, the giant snake retreated to the heart of the sea, and a scale was left in the middle of the lake as a reminder of the encounter, King Enerin then proclaimed he would build his castle in the middle of the lake separating the two shores using Garganomr’s scale as the foundation of it.