The entire world outside the Wulfred Walls is corrupt and filled with nothing but evil. Thousands of years ago, Greygnarl the dragon set his lair in the Silverhorn Mountains, near a small kingdom of the good King Wulfred. Desert nomads were driven from their homelands, just as were the Northmen, the great men of the Islands in the West were forced to flee to this kingdom as well, just as the ancient remnant of the Empire was forced. . . refugees from the entire world fled from their homelands in despair, down trodden and without hope. This was a world in which a single demonic creature, born in Human flesh, possessed all authority over the evils of the world, in which he inflicted torment on the mortal races.
Skeletal killers, ghoulish freaks, and foul necromancer traitors and witches, cannibals and other such abominations were after the Human race, and the other mortals races. It was Greygnarl who taught a large group of wizards, called Dragon Namers, the art of the Dragon, the magical powers of the dragons, which Dragon Namers, other Wizards and Knight Champions combined their forces to crush the encroaching hordes of darkness from all sides on the Kingdom of good King Wulfred. Wulfred's enchanted axe killed five great generals on that day. Greygnarl's breath crushed uncounted thousands of dark minions, and the sorceries that elude present day understanding were many cast from both sides.
The battle of Wulfred's Sacrifice lasted for Seven Months. The brilliant swordsmanship of the Nomads, combined with the Yamatai's talent with the sword, smithing and bow, the powerful Wizards of the West, the Dragon Namer's breath powers, the children of Greygnarl, who sided with Humans, the honorable, strong and brave swords of the Northmen gave their all. Many died. Some lost limbs, eyes, even living through the battle after losing their internal organs, only managing to live their lives through the art of the wise Healers.
Wulfred led his great House Carls and Thegns in the front lines, making the heads of trolls, goblins and orc-kind fly through the air, sometimes only to be impaled by the arrows of archers. Pharoah Ammon led his mummified sorcerers and priests against the necromancers and liches of the Dark Lord Karmath. The Emperor Tian led his Green Dragon Crescent Blade in direct battle against hated generals. . . and many other Human heroes are remembered for either slaying many or giving their lives for freedom on that day. Wulfred's forces nearly won in the middle of the fifth month of this battle, where the armies of men surrounded the citizens of Wulfred's City, the encampments and strongholds. Wulfred cleaved five generals in twain with his mighty axe. It seemed as if through the battle would be over, as he faced Karmath on his own. . . Karmath unleashed a torrent of flame from with a wave of his hand, only to be cleaved straight through by Wulfred's mighty axe.
But victory was not yet meant to be. Karmath was too strong to be felled with one mighty blow. He took out the axe himself and retaliated, severing Wulfred's artery. . . the King of Men would not yet die. He grappled with the sorcerer, and as they struggled on the ground, Karmath's chief body guard, Khaine, beheaded the good King Wulfred with one rude interrupting strike with his sword. That day, victory seemed impossible. The armies of Men were routed.
Karmath was about to receive a nasty surprise of his own as his armies gave chase to the routed enemies of Darkness. Nearly as suddenly as Wulfred, leader of Men was slain, swift Elven arrows, Dwarven crossbows and defecting creatures from the creature's own dark forces rained death on the battle field. The Elves, Dwarves and some monsters were able to reverse the turning of the tide as suddenly as it came against the armies of men. It came down to Greygnarl, the Dragon Father, to do battle with Karmath, and the battle was great. For one entire day and night the Dragon and Demon fought, until the Greygnarl Dragon ensured the world was free from Karmath's horrors.
That was three thousand years ago. The brilliant city of Wulfred is a masterpiece of architecture, culture, social harmony, wealth, and knowledge. Millions of people inhabit the city, with it's pure streams of water, it's Academic institutions, it's workshops and alchemical laboratories, market places, and so forth. No other city of Man exists in the world. Or so they say.
In other places of the world, there are still trades conducted by other races towards the race of Man. The world has been good, taking centuries to recover from the horrors of the Genocide Wars, when Man, Elf, Dwarf and others were all nearly mass murdered by the Dark Lord. Rumors suggest that he may revive.
