There once was a magnificent kingdom named Borredom.
It rested high on the hills of the Eastfarthing, in Tamriel.
The kingdom, a wealthy city of humans, was quite prosperous.
Towers gleaming, flags waving, the kingdom remained a proud and feared country for centuries.
Until the Era of Darkness,
This was a tremendously tough time, the age of the three demons,
The demons were princes of the Royal family, they were very needy, and very obnoxious.
Demanding always the highest valuables from the citizens and the highest treatment of any store or servant at all times.
Along with causing destruction and chaos anywhere they walked.
Arms swinging, legs kicking, the chaotic kids of the king rebelled against chivalry whenever possible, with no purpose other than amusement.
The kingdom began to believe that they were all doomed because of the chaos caused by the demons.
Nobody could save them--except for one.
Mamabore.
Swiftly, and skillfully, Mamabore drove the horrible creatures from the castle and away from the kingdom.
After weeks of horrific battle, the creatures retreated to a cave inside of a mountain, miles from the kingdom.
Since the battle, the devil-spawn have not been seen for a decade.
Mamabore had saved the kingdom.

Mamabore, the great ruling queen of Borredom was a walking legend in the kingdom.
She was the child-giver and son-slayer.
No challenge was too great for her.
The keeper of the agenda was the most powerful woman to ever live in Borredom.
Stories were told of her bravery in battle, she has slain every challenger that opposed her.
From basement brawls of at least two brothers, to getting the family ready for church in time.
There was nothing that could slow her down.
She was the annihilator of all foes.
Until one day...

On the horizon of the kingdom of men, a great challenge awaited.
Inside a dark cave miles away from the kingdom, the menacing demons awoke.
Shrieking howls exploded from the cave late into the night as the beasts stirred.

Word traveled quickly throughout the kingdom that the devil’s minions had awoken.
From the mountain trolls and men, to the farmers, to the villagers, and eventually to the citizens in the castle. The rumor made its way to Queen Mamabore and King Papabore that the demons were on the move.
“Impossible!” exclaimed the King, “The demons were destroyed almost 12 years ago!”
“There is a small possibility that they may have survived,” said the Queen as she pondered the dangers that rapidly approached the kingdom of Borredom.
“Muster the riders! We ride to the mountains!” Ordered King Papabore.

Back in the mountain region, the demons traversed quickly, and quietly. The armies of the human-slayers began to grow.
For the word of the demons’ survival had not gone to good people alone.
The trolls from Under the Bridgeland and the Goblins of Your Motherland began to mass in great numbers.
The eldest of the demons, the fearless leader, began to prepare the assault for revenge against the queen.
This brutal world-eater’s name was none other than Andrew the Intelligent himself.
Andrew’s right hand men, the other demons, were well known as well;
Nickolai the Disgusting, and Zacharias the Chaotic accompanied their older brother on the conquest.
The merciless army slowly advanced upon the peaceful kingdom of Borredom

On their way to the mountainous regions of the kingdom, the King and his riders searched for the evil army of the demons.
The King of Borredom and his eldest prince, Mateo the Magnificent journeyed throughout the countryside, scouring the lands for the devil-men.
Mateo was the oldest of the kingdom’s princes, and also the only prince who is not a demon. Mateo, a brave warrior, and the heir to the throne was rumored to have even beaten the great Beowulf in an arm-wrestling match, making him more masculine by a large scale.
Mateo discovered the location of the massive army under command of Andrew, and prepared for attack.
The Great Plains of Grass is where the epic battle would begin between the great kingdom of Borredom and the evil demons of the underworld.

As the King and his Prince looked across the fields at their enemy, they quickly thought about battle strategy.
Until the demons decided to wreak havoc with a full on charge.
That was their first mistake-- and possibly their last.
Papabore noticed the charge of the demons and called to his riders saying “Riders of Borredom!
Oaths you have taken!
You have rode to glory with me before, and I ask of you to ride with me again!
Songs will be sung of this day! Charge! Charge! To death and glory!”
And the great horns sounded in the plains.
With a great yell, the riders of Borredom charged into battle.
But no rider could match the speed of their king and prince.
For their armor seemed to glow and shine in the light in the midst of their glory.
Faster and faster they sped towards the approaching army of goblins and trolls.
A brilliant light shone down from the sky as they smashed into the enemy line.
Blinded and confused, the goblins were no match for Mateo, Papabore, and their fast approaching army.

As the massive armies collided on the plains, Mamabore prayed to the Gods back in Borredom.
She prayed for their favor in her and her kingdom, that they may win the war.
Upon the end of her prayers, a brilliant light blasted through the windows and into the room.
Mamabore began to levitate off of the ground and into the sky by the Gods, drifting up and up into the heavens.

Swords slicing, and shields splintering, blood spilled across brutal battlefield, like a river flowing down the mountains.
Men falling on either side, the corpses began to pile up enough to trip the calvary.
The ferocious fighting of the furious warriors carried on throughout the night, no rest was granted to either army.
As the gruesome battle remained in full swing, the tide began to fall in the favor of the enemy.
Andrew’s forces rallied and pushed the king’s forces towards the river, where they would be massacred.
Until a glorious light, bright and brilliant, bewildered the enemy, as it wrapped the entire battlefield in blinding sunlight.
When the light diminished, the elegant figure of Mamabore floated down from the sky.
Smashing through the enemy ranks, she blew apart the limbs of the soldiers and launched soldiers across the plains.
The Gods favored Mamabore and granted her the powers of flight, speed, and telekinesis.
War-cries singing, and swords waving, the soldiers under the king gained a newly formed
Confidence thanks to the almighty power of Mamabore.

Mateo, locked in one-on-one combat with his brother Nickolai, gathered all of his remaining energy to slay the horrible beast.
It took blow after blow, wound after wound, stab after stab, but eventually, Nickolai fell.
Nickolai was vanquished by the sword of Mateo.
The name of the sword, which still remains in the great halls of the Borre Palace, was created on that day.
From that day on, the sword was named Vencedor, translated to vanquisher.
Mateo himself now is remembered as the Conqueror-of-Evil.

Upon the death of a demon, the destroyed army of Andrew began to retreat.
Andrew and Zacharias stood astonished at the cowardliness of the great army they created.
Slowly, they turned with fury in their eyes to face this new foe.
How dare some pathetic human defy them of their victory.
But when the two brothers saw the magnificent power that was held by their foe, they realized their doom had came.
With two swift blasts of light from her hands, Mamabore vanquished the demons.
Never again would the great country Borredom be challenged again.