The Sundering Gods
Winterfell was the pinnacle of Human society, the standard for all cities; rivaled by none, it stood as the symbol of Human achievement and conquest. The Humans considered it the capitol of Belforia, and would praise its name almost to an arrogant esteem. King Anodar XXVI was the last ruler of Winterfell, even though his name suggest the son of King Anodar XXV, he was not his son, but his consort. He was completely and utterly devoted to his King, to a fault. King Anodar XXVI was previously known as Adeodatus Adora, born into the line of the consorts; he proved more competent and loyal then King Anodar XXV own son. The crowned Prince surprisingly accepted his fate and caused no objection to the ruling. Under King Anodar XXVI (Adeodatus) ruling, from; 3102-3127 Winterfell prospered like never before, flourishing in capitol gain, as well as the longest and most bountiful harvest the north has seen in centuries. Everything seemed too good to be true, and as most cases prove, it was. Prince Olethea Anodar took his leave after it was said Adeodatus was to take his place as ruling King, secluding himself first in study, then outside the city walls. While wandering the surrounding scape, he honed his capabilities as a young wizard, something he never told his father for, or the consorts. He watched from afar the land he loved so much, yet hated dearly that it shut him aside for a consort not of family blood. However, he took it upon himself to help his people, channeling magics that sprouted seeds, allowed for bountiful harvest as well as flocks that made for an over abundance of meats and wool. Years passed as he worked in secret to shape the land he loved so much; his powers grew exponentially, until he was able to map out seasons in advance the crop pattern, and the weather that was to allow for it to flourish. Doing this allowed him to wander the world as he saw fit.
No subject of Winterfell thought twice of their lost prince, and continued life as they saw fit. They had no worries as their crops and cattle prospered and made for a wonderful life of peace and harmony. Till the fateful day the world was torn asunder and everything they ever knew was washed out of exsistance. Winterfell stood in the path of the rift created by dark divine magics, ripped and cracked by the world Winterfell saw its end, along with its denizens falling into the abysmal magics that caused the world to rout with fury. Now, only half a small fraction of this once Human bastions stands left as a testament to the Human prowess of Winterfell, However its inhabitants are those of the remaining humans warped by evil, and magics beyond this world. Perhaps Winterfell’s one saving grace, is its now lost Prince.