The Creation Nov 3, 2007 22:47:30 GMT -4
Post by Charybdis "Dys" Kakai on Nov 3, 2007 22:47:30 GMT -4
Before the days of the Elves, before even those of the nomadic Trolls of the Northland, the Four Lands were occupied by an alliance that many find hard to believe when they stop to think about it. The fair and graceful Faeries came by ship to the Four Lands, with them they brought their knowledge of Nature and their Magic and with them came the Orcs. The Orcs brought their sciences with them, they brought their knowledge of metals and of forging. Together the two species began the construction of their new Lands. At first things were fine, the Orcs and Faieries getting along and together creating beautiful monuments and works of art from the blending of magic and science. However, nothing lasts forever, and things began to shift in the Four Lands, and over time it began to have cataclysmic events that would lead to the extinction of the Orc from the Four Lands.
It was expected from both sides that upon their arrival to this new territory they would encounter new species they had never seen, and that they would begin to co-exist with them. Well that became the truth, and after years the cross breeding lead to the creations of new species. One of these was the Elves, the offpsring of the Immortal and graceful Faeries, and the savage and fierce Forest Nymphs. The Elves were fiercely protective of their Wooded homelands, and during the early years of the Four Lands, stuck to hiding, being nothing more then tribal groups. The cross breeding of foreign species also led to the creation of the Trolls, the products of the barbaric North Men and the Orcs, and eventually Humans which were generations of Elven and Nymph children leading to their shortened life cycles.
With the lands suddenly becoming populated so quickly, the Founders were forced to come to a decision. The Faeries and the Orcs held a Council and began drawing borders, however, both Races had developed special relationships with the creatures that had been spawned by them, and this led to arguements over who should get what, each side wanting the best lands for their people. In the end nothing was solved and the Orcs went home, a few years later armies of North Men, Trolls, and Orcs began to subjugate everything between the Traxis Mountains and the future Delnoch Pass. The Faeries had become furious that the Orcs had decided to use their armies like this, instead of try to find a peaceful resolution, and because of this the three Free Lands attacked the Northland, destroyed the invading armies, and all Orcs either fled the continent, or were killed. The Four Lands had passed onto Faerie control, and the Age of Magic was born.
The Age of Magic
Under the supreme leadership of the Faerie Hierarchy, the races of Man, Elf, and Dwarf began founding their kingdoms. The Elves took the Eastern Woodlands that they had occupied since their creation, the Humans fled to the Southlands, the promise of it's Magic to much of the Human curiosity to deny, and the Dwarves took the Western Mountains as their own, wanting the rich mines and fortresses as their own. Peace flowed through the lands once again, and the Northerners were banished to a lifestyle of nomadic traditions and tribal empires, banished to a lifestyle that would ensure that they would never again grow powerful like they had once before. However, the Faeries felt a small bit of pity for the Trolls and other beings, they had only done what their Founders had told them, they had simply been obeying. Because of that the Faeries created a magical forest for them, a paradise of sorts, however, the Faeries had no way of knowing that this act of kindness would be their undoing.
Skilgannon Forest had been it's original name, but the evil nature of the Northlanders, mixed with natural chaotic magic that seemed to occupy the Northern Empire, the Forest naturally became a breeding ground for evil creatures known as Weres. These creatures had once been some kind of sentinel being, but the effect of the bog's magic turned them into creatures of tooth, talon, and darkness. They began to form packs and hunting parties, and one of these parties found itself in The Rhenn Pass. They attacked the Elven Defenders and killed many that day, had it not been for a Commander named Valek Majar, they would have fallen. He led the Elven Black Watch into the Weres bravely, not caring if they lived or died, only caring to save his people. Eventually the defense of The Rhenn proved too much and the Weres retreated back to the Northland, few in number. By this time the Faeries had learned that the Skilgannon had become evil, and that it had led to the destruction of many of their children, and they knew that the Elves were being of fury when wronged.
The Kinslayer Wars
Months after attack by the Weres, the Elven army became mobilized for the first time under a single King instead of a Council. The people of Kalishio had chosen Valek Majar after his courage at The Rhenn. He declared The Rhenn Pass to be fortifide, naming it their first line of defense, he set standards for the Elven military, and he took seven-thousand Elven Black Watch and rode for the ancient city of Letveria, the Faerie capitol. That night the Elves stopped caring about their creators. They saw the Faeries as incapabe of handling their magic, they were seen as just as bad as the Orcs who had brought carnage before them. In one night the Elves rode into Letveria and burnt down the capitol city. The fleeing Fairies found themselves traveling threw lands that Elven Hunters patrolled, waiting. The refugee wagons were herded, though unknowingly, into a meadow, and their the Black Watch on horseback rode into the, cutting them to pieces. Within days Letveria had been burnt to the ground, and the Faeries displaced.
Shocked by the treason of their children, the Faeries sought shelter and safety within the mountain fortresses, but upon arrival there they saw that the Dwarves flew Elven flags next to their own, they knew that an alliance far to strong existed between the races. It was then that they knew their only safety lay within their Great-Grandchildren of sorts. If the Elves were the children of Fairies, and the Humans children of the Elves, then their was a family bond and honor between Human Faerie, and to their surprise the Humans accepted them with open arms, and told them they would be safe here. The Kinslayer Wars is regarded as one of the shortest wars in the history of the Four Lands, but it led to the largest, and most destructive wars, that still influences present life.
The Race Wars
Finally the conflict bubbled over, it had been growing for along time. The ancient alliance of Dwarf and Elf stood against the Humans who had taken in the Faeries, but they hadn't taken in one more factor. In the far North the Trolls were massing, something that hadn't been seen since the days of the Orcs. Everyone knew that the Trolls had the possibility of being the greatest threat, they were naturally larger and stronger then the other races, aswell as higher in numbers, but they lacked central leadership, however, someone was leading them. Faced between horrible decisions, the Elves decided to turn away from the fortifide city of Lanara and leave it to the Dwarves. They rode North and back home, and it proved to be just in time, for the forces of the North were marching, and the two armies were destined to meet at the Delnoch Pass.
As the Elves rode away from the city, the Dwarven army looked to the Humans, and demanded surrender. It was no secret that no one respected the Humans in the great scheme of anything. They had no extended life like the Elves, no great feats of strength like the Trolls, and no great craftsmen like the Dwarves; in the eyes of the other Lands they were relatively useless. However, the Faeries saw something else, and they backed what was left of their magic, what they had left of their power with the fragile Humans. And so it came to pass, the Battle of Lanara would be waged, the future of the Faeries and possibly the Man themselves at stake.
The defenders behind the walls had watched in horror as the infamous Dwarven siege weapons had been wielded forward. The massive rocks had been hurled into the thick walls of the fortifide, the siege towers had been wheeled up to the walls, and heavily armored Dwarves poured into the city. The walls fell quickly, the Dwarven onslaught too much for the Humans to repel. The Faeries had watched within the center of the city, standing in the Temples, watching as their children fought and killed one another. The sight had been too much for them to bare and they had walked to the walls themselves, and there they had fought. They had given Man time to retreat, on that day they had saved the Humans, and paid for it with their lives. The Faeries had been completely destroyed, or so everyone thought.
However, far in the North another Battle waged, this one far more important then that of the Dwarven Siege of Lanara. King Majar and ten-thousand Elven Black Watch stood on the battlements of the Delnoch Fortress, looking out into the armies of the North. The size of the enemy had been mind-numbing, and the Elven King had known instantly that if this war machine was allowed to pass this place they would not be stopped, he knew what the price for failure was, as did every Elf that stood with him. And so it had begun, the Trolls and Weres had poured into the Delnoch Pass, and they had come across the fortress they must over come. They had been caught in the hailstorm of spear and arrow. They had fallen in great numbers, only to be replaced within seconds.
For days the battle for the Pass had waged, and the Elven King had been forced to come to a simple conclusion. He could either continue to fight from the walls and destroy the Northland Army slowly, and eventually be beaten but destroy a large chunk of the force, or he could attempt a counterattack. A move so bold that it would surprise the enemy and hopefully cause them in panic to retreat. So it had been settled, and as night settled upon the eighth day of combay the gates of the fortress had slowly been opened and out had poured the four-thousand Elves, all that remained. In silence they had crept across the battlefield, in a silence that only a Elf could understand. Their arrows had dispatched the sentries before any alarm could be raised. They had poured into the camp, throwing torches onto tents, killing Trolls and Weres as they scrambled for weapons and armor. However, tere is only so much you can accomplish on your own.
However, as if guided by fate, as if they had known what to do, the Dwarven Army after the victory of the Southland had traveled across the Dragons Tooth and poured out the very morning that the ninth day of battle had begun. They saw a battered and defiant Elven Army surronded, yet still fighting, and the Dwarves had poured from the Dragons Tooth. King Majar had seen his allies rush the battlefield, and he had known in that moment that the battle for the Delnoch Pass was won, even as he died he had known. Five of the massive trolls had charged the King, his Black Watch guard had attempted to protect their King, but he had fallen, taking two of the Trolls with him. As the Northland army fled the Dwarven onslaught, the Elven force surronded their fallen King, not even letting Dwarves near him.
And so it passed, the Northland Army had been pushed back, but not beaten. The Faeries had been massacred, but not wiped out, and centuries down the road both those facts would come into play. For one Fairie remained, hiding deep within the Skilgannon, the source of it's evil and wickidness. He would turn the Northland Armies back against the Free Lands some day, he would avenge the Massacre of his people.
And that brings us to the now...