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It was a long time ago that my people, the Nunnehi sung of Summer Country. A kingdom, rich, fresh and sweet with dreams and full of glamour. A time when anything was possible and there was peace throughout the lands. We shared a sacred bond with some of the others out there, our allies amongst us, the shifters; brothers Wendigo, Croatan and Uktena. Our families, people and tribes were strong then and times were good...though things were not always to last and soon did times change. The foreigners came to our lands across the Great Seas with their diseases and lies.
They poisoned the lands and brought with them the cold harsh winter of banality and forced upon us their beliefs and strange ways. That was the time when the great storm came to pass throughout the Dreaming and the horrid things of Nightmares came into being, striking across the lands in suffocation and threatening our very lives. It was only the time of the great sacrifice that held the monsters at bay and our friends along with much of our family were lost. Now...now the Kingdom has a new name. A different time to come as the Seelie courts of the Sidhe try to take firm hold over the area, freeholds within, and around, attempting to enforce their regime and standards upon all who live within.
Now is the time for the setting sun and so the kingdom was given root: Kingdom of the Setting Sun for its different times and grasping what was left of the glamour left within the city. Changelings around and alike fight for the dreams that mankind has left to hold back the bitter tides of Winter, some fight the harsh restrictions and politics of the courts while others simply try to survive the banality that eats away at our Fae selves every night and day. These...are different times my friend, though there lie ahead many paths to choose from here.
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