From a young age Corin knew he was different. He knew he was going to succeed his ancestors and be the greatest of them all. He slaughtered anyone and everything that stood in his way to get to the throne. Even is older brothers who were set to succeed him met their own ends. At the age of 19 he was crowned king and smirked as nobles trembled and groveled at his feet. Advisors feared his voice. Now he was 25 and suddenly lonely. But he didn’t care, he didn’t need anyone or anything. So he did what he felt would fix his boredom and loneliness. He conquered. He waged war against the forest lands. The homes to mythical beings and deity’s. He wanted to rule them. And he would not stop until he had every last inch of land and people under his thumb.