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"Everything has its price," is the first lesson I learned on my adventure. You paid for my drink, I return the favor with a story. The Sasin people often say, "History is the gold in people's hearts," and it's the only thing of value I have. Come closer, this story will be a bit long.
——Ashde Fayar

The Vast Land and Spirits

How much do you know about this land? Not just Chen-Yuan, Sasin, or Caucaid, but the entire land. Eulogize, the Land of Praise, is called by the same syllable in all languages, but its history is widely debated.



The old books from Divineland, steles from the Ancient Empire, and even Demonspawn Aktur record vastly different histories, and I try to extract the truth from them.

The First Movement

The existence of matter does not depend on anyone's will, but Deity brings life. The primordial Deities wandered among the stars, and one of them accidentally came to this world, taking root in the murky wasteland. It stretched its form, bringing matter into its graceful rhythm. Music—don't underestimate music, the melody is a simple yet effective rule—became the initial order, matter divided according to its rhythm, and the world is shaped with its beat. Deity transformed itself into a seed, its roots extending deep into the earth's core, growing continuously with the help of scorching lava. It absorbed and purified all the world's murkiness, finally growing into a towering tree. Just a metaphor to help you better understand the story.

The Era of Abundance

The evolution of the world is like the four seasons in the forest. In spring, the giant tree blossomed with colorful flowers, and nectar dripped from the blooms, flowing into lakes, seas, and rivers; in summer, the flowers fell from the branches, turning into mud, forming mountains and valleys, grasslands, and forests. Autumn is the time of harvest, and the giant tree naturally bears abundant fruit.



In the first fruit, the Deity we know today was nurtured—the god unique to this world, the firstborn, now the God of Justice, The Rebuke. Of course, in that era, He held all authority, sweeping away all stubborn disorder. Then, He handed over the authority to other Deities.

In the second fruit, the three Deities controlling life and death were born—The Grow, The Silence, and The Dew. They bring the cycle of life and death to the world, with separation and reunion, laughter and tears.

The third fruit burst on the branch, The Rising and The Treacherous, twins of light and dark, their birth was also their farewell. The sun rises, the moon sets, light and shadow intertwine, time begins to flow with the alternation of day and night, and an unborn seed dissolves in its mother's embrace. The Unbeknown—the Deity of Fate and Time—has existed at every point in time since its birth. As an aside, the shell of the shattered seed returned to the stars, becoming the dim comet "Shadow Sun", constantly passing by the world, and will never to return its homeland.

The world tended towards completeness, order stabilized, and the creator The Sonorous was born from the fourth seed, the last seed to birth a Deity... or perhaps not, let me leave some suspense. From the subsequent seeds emerged the myriad spirits of the world: Elves, Mankinds, Orcs, Velvet Goblins, Spirits, and birds, beasts, snakes, lizards, fish, and insects. It was a long autumn, a golden era, where everything thrived in the land granted by the Deities.

Shadow Approaching

Do you feel like something is missing from this story? Yes, since there are four seasons, where is winter? A visitor from the stars came from the sea of nothingness, streaked across the sky, pierced the majestic body of the giant tree, and bored into the boiling crust. Another primordial god—let's call it the "Outsider"—set its sights on our Eulogize. It was an equally long winter... the giant tree decayed, the creator's music slowed its tempo, the broken crust formed bottomless chasms, and the last seed nurtured by the giant tree fell into them, tightly grasped by the Outsider's tentacles. Of course, none of this was known to the beings on the ground, the giant tree used its last strength to cover the wound, and the creator's last sound before disappearing was a gentle lullaby, granting its children a final rest. The Outsider vanished into the mantle's depths, the golden era trembled for a moment, then resumed its song and dance.

Praise, the King of Kings

The Deities called for the response of the primordial ones, the spirits grew joyfully in the land granted by the Deities, and it was Eulogize's golden era. From hunting groups to tribes, to city-states, and then to kingdoms; from gathering to hunting to conflict, and then to war. Mankinds—our race—emerged from the spirits, gradually taking the land granted by the Deities into their hands. The next name, you must not be very familiar with: Kurulek, the King of Kings. Every race has its legend of him, calling him by the same name. Some revere him as a savior, others denounce him as a tyrant, but all epics do not deny his power, glory, and courage. The king's Legion fought on all fronts, the king's scholars explored the ends of the earth, and the king turned the land granted by the Deities into the paradise of Mankinds, into the Kurulek Empire, or "Ancient Empire." Spirits, Orcs, Velvet Goblins, either avoided the flames of war or were subdued by the Legion's blades, all crossed the chasms, leaving the land granted by the Deities, and heading to the outer wilderness. The firstborn, the proud elves, relied on the power of Mana, occupying the northern plains, and standing against the empire.



The greatest king would not allow dissenters to exist beside his throne. Mana must be used by the empire, if it cannot be sought from the top, then it must be explored below. The king's Scholar delved into the earth's scars, excavating the ancient crust, they heard a voice, speaking of the beauty of Mana, painting the sweetness of the future. The returning ones brought back the path to a brilliant future, and the king gladly agreed. All power must submit to the majesty of the throne.

The king's Scholar became the king's sorcerer, the power of Mana led the way for the king, crushing the proud elves' border barriers. Finally, the elves gave up resistance, they activated the ancient relics left by the creator, reshaping the entire northern continent into a floating island, fleeing in haste from the king's wrath. The king mourned the lost territory of Mankinds, but this insignificant loss was not worth a great effort to fill, for Mana had opened an inexhaustible treasure trove for Mankinds.

The Era of Collapse

I said, "Everything has its price." Mana took Mankinds' golden era to an unimaginable peak, but this peak was built on a shaky foundation. The sorcerers—now they are The King's Servant, the king's advisors—already possessed power beyond mortal reach, but they wanted more. The Ancient Empire excavated the land and mountains beneath them, seeking to uncover more secrets buried beneath the rock layers. They did, they unearthed the world's greatest secret: the decayed roots of the giant tree resurfaced, along with flowing lava, twisted flesh, and an army spawned by hostile. Yes, Demonspawn and the forbidden Deity, The Seething, the last seed that fell into the rift, the last race, and the last Deity, twisted into the Outsider's slaves in the deep dark underground.



The empire's guardians fought to the last moment. The king's Legion staged heroic struggles, swords and magicians could fight armies but could not dispel lava and Deity. The empire took centuries to build, but its destruction happened in a night. The land granted by the Deities was occupied by the Outsider's minions, the roots of the giant tree became Eulogize's sore, the golden era was overshadowed by the color of lava, and the era of war arrived with a roar.

The Era of War

The surviving Legion covered the retreat of the survivors over the ridges into the barren wilderness of the Outer Circle, and those previously exiled races were forced to migrate again. The eastern Caucaid people moved to the vast lands further east, the southern Divinelander occupied the center of the Outer Circle, and King Kurulek and his court fought to the last, retreating from the western mountains to the endless desert. The dream of the golden era shattered with a crash, the bloody reality stood in the king's way. In the court, the king's advisors argued fiercely; some advised the king to settle, and others urged the king to embrace even stronger and uncontrollable power. Under the golden dome, the king issued a decree with a hoarse voice: he despised his own blindness, denounced his own foolishness, he bent his proud back, expressing apologies to his former opponents. His envoys traveled to every settlement on the continent, bringing requests instead of orders: King Kurulek pleaded with all races to put down Hostile and reclaim their former homeland together.

A bit strange, right? After all, the recipients of this letter were all races exiled from their ancestral land by the Ancient Empire, some perhaps just exiled again. But three years later, a mighty army gathered under Kurulek's royal tent, Mankinds, Elves, Orcs, and Velvet Goblins, all under one banner. Perhaps out of fear of mutual destruction, perhaps considering the Ancient Empire still had over a dozen Legions, perhaps for higher reasons—the disaster awakened the Deities. The firstborn The Rebuke, and the goddess Dew descended to the world, assisting King Kurulek in resisting the corrupted lastborn, The Seething.

Everything that happened after the army set foot on their homeland, the details of that war, left no trace in the history books, and the records in Demonspawn Aktur are not worth trusting. In short, an earth-shattering war played out on the former homeland, only four of the thirteen Legions remained, King Kurulek fell on the battlefield, the goddess Dew perished in the war, her divine position remains vacant to this day. Demonspawn was defeated, The Seething fell into eternal slumber, and the Outsider's claws retracted underground, but we forever lost the land granted by the Deities, it has been filled with unremovable lava and corruption. That festering land is now the Circle of Calamity.

Echoes of the Past

The story of the mythological era ends here. Beyond this, the Ancient Empire fragmented, and each nation's history was written by itself. Again, this history is my own conjecture, not guaranteed to be true. As I said, everything has its price, the King of Kings paid with his painstakingly built empire, if, I say if, there could be another King Kurulek in the world... what price would he/she be willing to pay?

Crown and Adventure is a fantasy open-world RPG. Player will become heroes in the world, recruit companions, form legions, build own country, explore and fight on this mythical Eulogize continent.