Oath 1
Below is my attempt at writing the chronicle from my first play of Oath, from the perspective of the victors.
Dawn of a new empire
Chancellor Owen the First began his virtuous reign of the empire of New Owenia in 676. Known for his rampant good looks, massive intellect, and life-changing sense of humour, Owen expanded his empire with little to report. Mapping uncharted coastlands and expansive deserts. His time in the hinterlands also saw the seeds of a rotten coup take root in his glorious empire.
The blue clad traitors spreading propaganda to the people about riches they would never see. With money only ever flowing to the Order clans, conspiracy theories were rife. Were these saviours in blue what they appeared to be?
The four-armed yellow traitors viciously attacked the empire in the coastal hinterlands. With fears of more attacks and Chancellor Owen the First still touring the hinterlands something had to be done.
Alas, the devils in blue brought a violent, bloody war to the land of New Owenia. Spanning years and costing countless lives they almost brought the empire to its knees. Their intent to usurp was clear, but their lies to the people continued and prosperity did not come. The Nomads coffers rose, and rose while the rest of the people waited in vain hope of a new dawn.
Little was seen of the yellow insurgents after their attack on the empire, until rumours spread throughout the land that they had uncovered the Darkest Secret. They had not been idle, but had been scouring the lands for relics and performing vision rites to gain power over New Owenia.
Chancellor Owen—to his rivals—appeared to be down and out; clinging on to power in the Cradle and virtually armyless. The blue usurper had a strong grip on the Provinces, and the Hinterlands, and the devious yellow miscreants were on the precipice of control with the Darkest Secret.
Glorious, absolute, unyielding victory!
Alas, there is a delightful twist in this tale. The mighty Chancellor Owen the First had been toying with the would-be kings, lulling them into a false sense of security. Making an inspired deal with some wrestlers, mustering a brave force full of loyalty, vim, and vigour! He charged into battle, leading a glorious campaign that spanned the entire empire (2 sites) and (thanks to a highly improbable turn of events) ploughed through the ranks of the blue defence force. Owen the First kept his oath and in his final days could rest easy knowing he was the Oathkeeper.
With the nefarious yellow vision on the precipice of becoming a reality, the loyal, and righteous blues showed their desire to become true blue-bloods and swore loyalty to the scepter. Once their newfound citizenship was secured, a quick trip to the Tinker’s Fair saw them pinch the banner of the Darkest Secret and spoil the plans of the crafty yellow scum.
And so it was, and so it shall be that the Oath was kept and the Empire was strong. On his death bed Owen the First decreed that a Hall of Debate be built in his honour in the cradle, to protect the future people’s of his land from unrest.
Owen the Second is true, and virtuous like their forefather, swearing an Oath of Protection over their peoples. Who knows what wonders will be chronicled during their reign?
20 Nov 2025