In the winters of 1023 through 1024, a small group of travelers set out on a journey across land and sea. They were a rag tag bunch, each trying to escape from past struggles, seeking something lost, or having something to prove. As they traveled together, they grew close, forming bonds that turned strangers to friends, then ultimately family. United by their shared goal to reach the lands of Mundus.

Their journey was filled with challenges, but none so rough as the storm that hit them at sea. It was no ordinary storm, but a maelstrom of force that nearly destroyed their ship, the Covenants Refuge, and ended their adventure. Their new found trust in one another, a few clever decisions, and a healthy stroke of luck, the adventures bested the storm. When the winds finally calmed, they found themselves drifting in a thick fog, with no sense of direction. Just as all hope seemed lost, a massive creature began to emerge from the mist. Their ship lurched forward and began to sail a windless ocean. The Leviathan, this legendary beast, seemed to be towing them along somehow. Desperate and without options, they waited and watched in amazement as the fog rushed by. In those fleeting moments, each finding a unique connection inside themselves to the mythical tyrant of the sea.

Travel that should have been days, passed in mere hours. With a final piercing look at their ship with its massive glowing copper eyes, the Leviathan vanished beneath the waves. The fog began to clear, revealing the shores of Mundus just beyond. The travellers, filled with a sense of awe and gratitude, knew the Leviathan had shown them the way. In honour of the creature, they named themselves the Scions of Leviathan, to bring that same sense of awe inspiring power to the shores of Mundus. Vowing to never forget the journey that had forged them into a family and led them to this new adventure.