Storyteller
09-22-2004, 09:10 PM
My friends, listen to me carefully so that you can learn about what happened to our world, the world of Wintersebb. Listen and make sure that you do not endure the sorrow that our inaction has brought upon us.
Our world has undergone three ages since the time of the Olthoi War when we overthrew those slimy creatures and did away with our enslavement.
The ages as they are recorded from oldest to current are as follows:
The Age of Beginnings
The Age of Brothers
The Age of Sorrows
The Age of Despair
Each I shall describe from the best of my memory. I often dwell in times long gone in my mind. I think anyone would turn to memories who endured the tortures that are now a part of our daily reality.
The Age of Beginnings: When we had first thrown off the shackles of Olthoi oppression and all Isparians came together to build homes, to fight against the forces of Bael Zharon which were on the rise at that time, and to explore this new and wonderful land we had found upon leaving Ispar. Those that served in the Olthoi tunnels worked to insure that the world would never again know the horrors they had seen in those dark pits. It was a time when all Isparians worked to better the world, and to help one another.
In this time we were just learning the true extent of Dereth and had yet to discover all its beauties and intricacies. There was no brother harming brother, or man hunting man. There were no thieves, no killers, no griefers. It was a golden time when all worked as one.
The Age of Brothers: This followed the Age of Beginnings. In this time most of the world, though still large and long before the Isle of the Tusker King, had been discovered and mapped. Isparians were truely making a home of this world. Great armies arose led by powerful monarchs who commanded hundreds, if not thousands of vassals. Great mansions were built across the landscape and began to give shelter to small and large kingdoms. Most monarchies worked well with one another, but the altar of Bael Zharon had been discovered and small teams of warriors from many allegiances would combat one another trying to bring fame and power in the name of their monarchs. This was the beginning of the great monarchies which worked to make the world a better place. Some arose which desired only power over all, some desired to make for themselves a giant family, and unite a world under the flag of peace. The kind legions of Ghantar, the powerful forces of Eternal Circle, the vast armies of Mass, the invincible legions of Naja, the brave warrior Blayz, Ping Plang Plong the strong, Grendel the Quick, all were steady staples of this time period. A period of petty disputes with one another, and occasional war, but nothing that could compare to the ages to come.
The Age of Sorrows: It was around this time that the beginnings of Exempt began to form, along with a powerful rival Reincarnated. Tao rose in power and the Runeguards defended the realms from evil. But although things had been relatively peaceful for some time new enemies arose in a place that none would ever think to look; from among us. This was an age when griefers began to appear. Some were cutthroats that would steal and pillage. Trick people into trusting them with their possessions, or find ways to get past secure trades. Amber Dawn, Border Patrol, Sweet Mary....it was this time that they began to rise and make a name for themselves. Although dangerous to the uninitiated they were quickly banished or destroyed by the forces of Wintersebb which hounded and plagued them, hunted them and burned them alive. Only a handful survived the age, Mary being one of the few who laid low during this period. But of all these new enemies which the people began to call griefers one arose unlike all others. His heart was a black as Bael Zharons, and his flesh as powerful as any Empyrean's. He had been cast to this world thousands of years ago, and still weak at that time had been imprisoned by the Empyreans before they left this world. He had been locked in a slumber never to awaken.
Some say it was the suffering endured during the Olthoi enslavement that awoke him much as the smell of fresh breakfast might awaken you or I. This griefer was like no others. He was no Isparian, and he was not by any strech of the imagination a living being. His name was Ilumini, or bringer of dark light in his own language. He arose, but was easily crushed by the forces of Exempt and Reincarnated who would often join forces to destroy him. It was during this time that a following began to emerge about him. Followers of this Nightmare Prince that would grief and cause pain and suffering in his name. Most died quickly in the battles against the forces of light which sought to destroy Ilumini as they had done so many other griefers from the previous age.
But unlike the other griefers Ilumini would not die. And he did not grief nor steal for money or value as the others did. No, what he did he did only to relish in the suffering of his victims. His forces were like a black plague which infected all that they came into contact with. But the forces of light rose and held him at bay, though he grew stronger with the passing of time.
The Age of Despair: In time nations fell as the population of the world began to decline sharply, and the arrival of new Isparians dwindled to almost nothing. The great armies of Exempt and Reincarnated vanished, destroyed by the weight of their own corruption. Ilumini had grown in power. More so than anyone could have ever anticipated. His forces swept like wild fire through the cities of Dereth from Shoushi to Ayan turning the world into one massive graveyard with their ruthless extermination of all who were not sworn to the Nightmare Prince. By this time Ilumini alone was a walking juggernaught of power, as the curse which it's said is bound to him grew stronger. The armies of Exempt joined in force to rise against him, and with their King at their lead marched to the catacombs of the Villa Nocturne, where dwelt Ilumini. They were never seen nor heard from again.
Reincarnated fell to internal bickering, and the old powers of old retreated into isolation where they were easily exterminated by the ravenous forces of Ilumini. His hold over the world had been secured, and no longer are there several monarchies which can band together to stand against him.
Now our world is in flames. He has taken the seat of power and rules with an iron fist from Ayan where his forces have laid claim. More join him with each passing hour, many out of fear of his wrath, some out of the joy of the suffering they can cause. His right hand is the half-man, half-beast Spidros whose heart is almost as black as Ilumini's, or so it's said. Together they command forces that no earthly man could control. And it's said he cannot die. No arrow, nor blade can pierce his flesh, and no man is his equal in combat. He kills with supernatural power.
The skies have long turned dark, and even the stars above seem to weep at our loss. Small groups have risen against him only to suffer crushing defeat and lose all hope falling into endless pits of despair. Now we have nothing to look forward to. No bright horizon to save us. Only death can bring us peace and relieve us for not seeing what he would become earlier. Our own inactions have led us to our doom.
The Squire Bertrand.
Member of Lucretia
Our world has undergone three ages since the time of the Olthoi War when we overthrew those slimy creatures and did away with our enslavement.
The ages as they are recorded from oldest to current are as follows:
The Age of Beginnings
The Age of Brothers
The Age of Sorrows
The Age of Despair
Each I shall describe from the best of my memory. I often dwell in times long gone in my mind. I think anyone would turn to memories who endured the tortures that are now a part of our daily reality.
The Age of Beginnings: When we had first thrown off the shackles of Olthoi oppression and all Isparians came together to build homes, to fight against the forces of Bael Zharon which were on the rise at that time, and to explore this new and wonderful land we had found upon leaving Ispar. Those that served in the Olthoi tunnels worked to insure that the world would never again know the horrors they had seen in those dark pits. It was a time when all Isparians worked to better the world, and to help one another.
In this time we were just learning the true extent of Dereth and had yet to discover all its beauties and intricacies. There was no brother harming brother, or man hunting man. There were no thieves, no killers, no griefers. It was a golden time when all worked as one.
The Age of Brothers: This followed the Age of Beginnings. In this time most of the world, though still large and long before the Isle of the Tusker King, had been discovered and mapped. Isparians were truely making a home of this world. Great armies arose led by powerful monarchs who commanded hundreds, if not thousands of vassals. Great mansions were built across the landscape and began to give shelter to small and large kingdoms. Most monarchies worked well with one another, but the altar of Bael Zharon had been discovered and small teams of warriors from many allegiances would combat one another trying to bring fame and power in the name of their monarchs. This was the beginning of the great monarchies which worked to make the world a better place. Some arose which desired only power over all, some desired to make for themselves a giant family, and unite a world under the flag of peace. The kind legions of Ghantar, the powerful forces of Eternal Circle, the vast armies of Mass, the invincible legions of Naja, the brave warrior Blayz, Ping Plang Plong the strong, Grendel the Quick, all were steady staples of this time period. A period of petty disputes with one another, and occasional war, but nothing that could compare to the ages to come.
The Age of Sorrows: It was around this time that the beginnings of Exempt began to form, along with a powerful rival Reincarnated. Tao rose in power and the Runeguards defended the realms from evil. But although things had been relatively peaceful for some time new enemies arose in a place that none would ever think to look; from among us. This was an age when griefers began to appear. Some were cutthroats that would steal and pillage. Trick people into trusting them with their possessions, or find ways to get past secure trades. Amber Dawn, Border Patrol, Sweet Mary....it was this time that they began to rise and make a name for themselves. Although dangerous to the uninitiated they were quickly banished or destroyed by the forces of Wintersebb which hounded and plagued them, hunted them and burned them alive. Only a handful survived the age, Mary being one of the few who laid low during this period. But of all these new enemies which the people began to call griefers one arose unlike all others. His heart was a black as Bael Zharons, and his flesh as powerful as any Empyrean's. He had been cast to this world thousands of years ago, and still weak at that time had been imprisoned by the Empyreans before they left this world. He had been locked in a slumber never to awaken.
Some say it was the suffering endured during the Olthoi enslavement that awoke him much as the smell of fresh breakfast might awaken you or I. This griefer was like no others. He was no Isparian, and he was not by any strech of the imagination a living being. His name was Ilumini, or bringer of dark light in his own language. He arose, but was easily crushed by the forces of Exempt and Reincarnated who would often join forces to destroy him. It was during this time that a following began to emerge about him. Followers of this Nightmare Prince that would grief and cause pain and suffering in his name. Most died quickly in the battles against the forces of light which sought to destroy Ilumini as they had done so many other griefers from the previous age.
But unlike the other griefers Ilumini would not die. And he did not grief nor steal for money or value as the others did. No, what he did he did only to relish in the suffering of his victims. His forces were like a black plague which infected all that they came into contact with. But the forces of light rose and held him at bay, though he grew stronger with the passing of time.
The Age of Despair: In time nations fell as the population of the world began to decline sharply, and the arrival of new Isparians dwindled to almost nothing. The great armies of Exempt and Reincarnated vanished, destroyed by the weight of their own corruption. Ilumini had grown in power. More so than anyone could have ever anticipated. His forces swept like wild fire through the cities of Dereth from Shoushi to Ayan turning the world into one massive graveyard with their ruthless extermination of all who were not sworn to the Nightmare Prince. By this time Ilumini alone was a walking juggernaught of power, as the curse which it's said is bound to him grew stronger. The armies of Exempt joined in force to rise against him, and with their King at their lead marched to the catacombs of the Villa Nocturne, where dwelt Ilumini. They were never seen nor heard from again.
Reincarnated fell to internal bickering, and the old powers of old retreated into isolation where they were easily exterminated by the ravenous forces of Ilumini. His hold over the world had been secured, and no longer are there several monarchies which can band together to stand against him.
Now our world is in flames. He has taken the seat of power and rules with an iron fist from Ayan where his forces have laid claim. More join him with each passing hour, many out of fear of his wrath, some out of the joy of the suffering they can cause. His right hand is the half-man, half-beast Spidros whose heart is almost as black as Ilumini's, or so it's said. Together they command forces that no earthly man could control. And it's said he cannot die. No arrow, nor blade can pierce his flesh, and no man is his equal in combat. He kills with supernatural power.
The skies have long turned dark, and even the stars above seem to weep at our loss. Small groups have risen against him only to suffer crushing defeat and lose all hope falling into endless pits of despair. Now we have nothing to look forward to. No bright horizon to save us. Only death can bring us peace and relieve us for not seeing what he would become earlier. Our own inactions have led us to our doom.
The Squire Bertrand.
Member of Lucretia