As Albion’s earlier colonists prospered, they drew the attention of other inhabitants. Their simple fences were more than adequate to keep out hungry wolves but when the Keepers and their giants came, it was a different story.
Forced to flee into unknown areas, it was only a matter of time before the weak bonds between them started to break. And as they ventured deeper into Albion, they came across fresh horrors: the walking dead, huge knights armored in fire and black iron, and strange, wild beasts.
As they looked from bloodthirsty giants and axe-wielding berserkers on one side, to wicked cultists and their soul-drinking demons on the other, their leaders came to an irrefutable conclusion: Albion was a place of nightmare and it, along with all of its inhabitants, had to be destroyed.
The Royal Expeditionary Forces arrived a few years later to find their countrymen had rejected the Old World and were calling themselves Heretics. Diplomacy between the two groups never even started as the Heretics attacked anyone they encountered on sight. Albion had driven the Heretics to embrace the worst parts of themselves and everyone was poorer as a result.
