The Hurthurians

When you were seven, an army of ugly, ogre-ish creatures decimated the kings army an to his palace, days later the king himself perished. Your family thought they could hide count in the countryside, but the Hurthurians were thorough. Every member of your family die that day. Your father died trying to protect you. He gave you the sword now in your possession, engrave with the words Vita Aerterna, life eternal. You have sworn to get your revenge by slaughtering every last raider, you will not rest until you have freed the five lands from Hurthurian control. This is the kingdom of Vita, I plan to make other different storylines for freeing other kingdoms with different characters.