Once upon a time… ok, it was only about 20 months ago but it feels a lot longer… 12 brave individuals found each other in a clan, but nobody donated there except them, not even the leader! One of them, RideWyoming (that’s me, by the way) decided that it was time to leave, but he really liked some of his clan mates and didn’t want to lose them, so one day (it was actually a very cold and snowy night) he gathered them all up together and asked them to join him in finding a new home. Before leaving he gave each one of them a special stone, a magical stone that would allow them to stay in touch even at great distances, it was called the Stone of Ema-il. He searched and searched but no place seemed to be good enough until one sunny but chilly morning he arrived on an empty space surrounded by trees on three sides and a big lake on the other. He couldn’t believe his eyes, this looked exactly like the place he saw in his dreams. He also dreamt of building a clan so big and powerful that all other clans would fear. First he built a shack and improved on it, he called it a Taun-Hol, and he named this new land Solamnia. He used the magic stone to call his friends: the Giant Daithoden, the joyful and loyal Kender Dev, the Rock Monster Nero, the Fire Breather Fitz, the Invisible SZ and a few other and they set off to their new home. They were now the Knights of Solamnia. At first it was hard, with the twelve of them only to keep company and donate troops. New people would come but they wouldn’t stay long as they didn’t see the potential that the Knights saw, and for 3 months the number remained at 12. But things started to brighten up and, thanks to the recruiting efforts of the Giant Daithoden, the clan grew and grew and grew until one day the population reached the magical number of 50.

Stay tuned for another chapter in the Story of Solamnia