
As it is common in the brikverse, many worlds have a singular theme. This monotheme hails back across the aeons. Back to this moment of conflict. They fight to become the dominant theme. Policemen? Dreaded CLOans? Knights? Here on Mark, one minifig won the theme. Danr Einfari, the first of the Danes. He made Mark his own, populated it with his people, his children across the planet. He has slain a thousand thousand lesser minifigs, and it is known the surface of Mark drank deep of the blood, and with a sated sigh, the planet itself gave Danr his right to rule. Solemnly, he accepted, and for a time turned away from bloodshed, to instead rule his people.

He crowned himself High King, and from his lineage, every single High King has hailed. With the Sword of Danr as his regalia, he ruled our world for seven hundred years. His people were the Tekno-Danes, angry-bearded starfarers who sailed their great Geimur-Drekkars across the cosmos. It is said that once the High King saw the vastness of space, he cried a single tear of joy when he realized how many battles were still to be fought across the universe.

They populated the area our scientists now call The Carnelian Sector within Nehellenium. They subjugated the strange beings they met, planet after planet, until all within the sector were under the rule of Danr.

As civilizations are bound to do, slowly the Children of Danr changed. The name of our people changed to The Kingdom of Denmark, named after our first leader and our planet. The beards were not forgotten, but shortened. Their red colors were still prevalent, but their chainmail turned to cloth and soon to soft body armor, until today where only few Danish troopers still bear the old arms and armors. The culture is as modern as many in the galaxy. Still, the line of the High King is strong. The Sword of Danr was passed from High King to High King since Danr himself relinquished his throne.

Today our great leader is, as you know, his Royal Majesty, High King Modrik the Second, one of the wisest High Kings our people have ever had.

He rules us with the patience and strength of a High King, blood of Danr himself. An avid fencer, he bears the scars of many engagements. A round of applause for our High King who keeps us safe and fights our enemies. “