Post by Ivara on Feb 4, 2008 19:14:49 GMT -5
The year was 613 B.V.
The occasion: a marriage between the Crown Prince of Iscarike and the Crown Princess of Benevirn.
The agreements had been signed and sealed, and surprisingly both families were pleased with the match. Perhaps all those long years of strife and conflict between the two nations would finally come to an end.
Pretty thoughts, but they were not to be.
On her way to meet her betrothed for the first time, the Crown Princess of Benevirn was brutally assassinated by a small militant faction of Iscars who were staunchly against the union. Benevirn was incensed and Iscarike shocked. Talks were attempted, but Benevirn refused to listen to reason, so great was the nation’s fury. Finally Iscarike broke and gave up on its attempts to parley with their neighboring kingdom, giving in to the inescapable rage of humiliation.
In a valiant effort to keep the two nations from war, Avaerene, the third kingdom, tried to mediate new talks between Benevirn and Iscarike, but all was in vain. The two nations declared war on each other in the last month of 613 B.V.
Avaerene, disgusted with the infantile accusations and actions of its neighbors, decided on a radical plan to avoid such problems in the future: it would hide.
The king of Avaerene called upon the greatest mages in the kingdom and bid them erect a great veil around the land to keep his people in and all others out. The mages did as they were asked and soon the veil was raised. In the eyes of the world, Avaerene was gone.
The year is 1584, nearly one thousand years since the veil was constructed to hide Avaerene from prying eyes, and the world has all but forgotten the Veiled Land as it is now called.
Benevirn and Iscarike had indeed gone to war all those years before, and it had been long and bloody one at that. By sheer willpower brought on by unparalleled wrath Benevirn had prevailed and Iscarike had fallen. The royal family of Iscarike had fled only just in time, settling far to the north and slowly but surely rebuilding what had been lost. The second Iscarike became known as the Ice Kingdom due to its location and has become the military giant of the known world, determined to never again be caught so off guard.
Benevirn later suffered a massive civil war during the reign of the nation’s most notorious rulers: Endeerenn and Endiraen. The twin brothers, once very close, veered apart in ideals and reasoning, eventually coming head-to-head over political matters. The resulting war was not particularly long, but Benevirn suffered greatly. Endiraen took a huge force of his followers into the Western and Southern provinces and declared that he was ruler of a new kingdom: Tralanvein. He took the name from an old Benevirian word for ‘conquerer’, and that only angered his brother more. After several more months of arguments and skirmishes, the now separate rulers decided to let well enough alone and leave the two nations as they were. It was the most abrupt, most peaceful agreement in recorded history. However, by mutual consent, Endeerenn and Endiraen never spoke or saw the other again.
The world has passed through many generations; the fear of magic has grown so much since the war between Benevirn and Iscarike that bearers of such power are prudent to hide their talents, lest they be hunted down by those who do not understand; rumors have spread of a powerful mage in the employ of Iscarike’s king; the Great Wyrms have returned to the land, and in far greater numbers than ever before. The unveiling of Avaerene comes at a time of unrest, a time when a hidden realm would have been a safer realm.
But Avaerene is hidden no longer. The veil has diminished; opening the old mountain passes out into the wide world, as well as the river routes through Puzzle Swamp. The ailing king has sent messengers to the rulers of the realms, bidding them welcome and a brief, nebulous explanation for the land’s sudden appearance.
Avaerene has returned.
Enter
The occasion: a marriage between the Crown Prince of Iscarike and the Crown Princess of Benevirn.
The agreements had been signed and sealed, and surprisingly both families were pleased with the match. Perhaps all those long years of strife and conflict between the two nations would finally come to an end.
Pretty thoughts, but they were not to be.
On her way to meet her betrothed for the first time, the Crown Princess of Benevirn was brutally assassinated by a small militant faction of Iscars who were staunchly against the union. Benevirn was incensed and Iscarike shocked. Talks were attempted, but Benevirn refused to listen to reason, so great was the nation’s fury. Finally Iscarike broke and gave up on its attempts to parley with their neighboring kingdom, giving in to the inescapable rage of humiliation.
In a valiant effort to keep the two nations from war, Avaerene, the third kingdom, tried to mediate new talks between Benevirn and Iscarike, but all was in vain. The two nations declared war on each other in the last month of 613 B.V.
Avaerene, disgusted with the infantile accusations and actions of its neighbors, decided on a radical plan to avoid such problems in the future: it would hide.
The king of Avaerene called upon the greatest mages in the kingdom and bid them erect a great veil around the land to keep his people in and all others out. The mages did as they were asked and soon the veil was raised. In the eyes of the world, Avaerene was gone.
The year is 1584, nearly one thousand years since the veil was constructed to hide Avaerene from prying eyes, and the world has all but forgotten the Veiled Land as it is now called.
Benevirn and Iscarike had indeed gone to war all those years before, and it had been long and bloody one at that. By sheer willpower brought on by unparalleled wrath Benevirn had prevailed and Iscarike had fallen. The royal family of Iscarike had fled only just in time, settling far to the north and slowly but surely rebuilding what had been lost. The second Iscarike became known as the Ice Kingdom due to its location and has become the military giant of the known world, determined to never again be caught so off guard.
Benevirn later suffered a massive civil war during the reign of the nation’s most notorious rulers: Endeerenn and Endiraen. The twin brothers, once very close, veered apart in ideals and reasoning, eventually coming head-to-head over political matters. The resulting war was not particularly long, but Benevirn suffered greatly. Endiraen took a huge force of his followers into the Western and Southern provinces and declared that he was ruler of a new kingdom: Tralanvein. He took the name from an old Benevirian word for ‘conquerer’, and that only angered his brother more. After several more months of arguments and skirmishes, the now separate rulers decided to let well enough alone and leave the two nations as they were. It was the most abrupt, most peaceful agreement in recorded history. However, by mutual consent, Endeerenn and Endiraen never spoke or saw the other again.
The world has passed through many generations; the fear of magic has grown so much since the war between Benevirn and Iscarike that bearers of such power are prudent to hide their talents, lest they be hunted down by those who do not understand; rumors have spread of a powerful mage in the employ of Iscarike’s king; the Great Wyrms have returned to the land, and in far greater numbers than ever before. The unveiling of Avaerene comes at a time of unrest, a time when a hidden realm would have been a safer realm.
But Avaerene is hidden no longer. The veil has diminished; opening the old mountain passes out into the wide world, as well as the river routes through Puzzle Swamp. The ailing king has sent messengers to the rulers of the realms, bidding them welcome and a brief, nebulous explanation for the land’s sudden appearance.
Avaerene has returned.
Enter