Toward the end of the 14th century – our time, adventurer – the world was consumed in darkness…
Just at the turn of the century, a dawning of a new age, strange anomalies started happening. The nights got longer and the days grew shorter. The planet started to heat up, and the stars moved. Unbeknownst to the populace of Earth, a large comet was headed straight for the planet.
And thus began the period we call the Great Cataclysm. Soaking the world in fire and brimstone, the oceans boiling, and the gods nowhere to be seen. The world was consumed in flames, with the only survivors being those who had foresight enough to tunnel underground, or those whose unfortunate imprisonment of some kind ended up being our final salvation.
This is where you come in, traveler! The (un)lucky few who survived the Great Cataclysm.
Allow me to catch you up.
For the first 400 or so years after the impact, the planet was uninhabitable. Those who tunneled underground either died off due to hunger, or survived, and became something more or less humanoid due to lack of sunlight.
Somewhere in this 400 year period of inhabitability, The Kingdom of Oris was founded. Evidence pointing to their early start in this world is quite baffling, but their head-start is undoubtedly what has allowed them to stay ahead of the curb when it comes to protection. They have since that time remained in isolation. No one goes in, and reportedly, no one goes out.
After the planet cooled and things settled, the Kingdom of Armond was formed by a man named Feylin Morris, thus founding the Morris Dynasty. Feylin Morris went on a semi-crusade, rallying what little tribesman he had to clear the countryside of the monsters that inhabited the land. Where these tribes arose from is a mystery to this day. Many say they were descendant from cave dwellers who survived through the disaster, while others have a more…well…theatrical and imaginative opinion on the tale.
Feylin Morris took his band of heroes and created Armond, the first established government on this new landscape. For the next 100 or so years, Armond would grow and expand, eventually offshooting into Wyrion, Armond’s sister kingdom and trade partner. Throughout this period, colonization and exploration were the main prospects; and there was plenty to explore. This new world was host to all manner of beasts who had come to power in the cataclysm. Demons, Giants, and many more terrors would await these brave adventurers that set out to establish a habitable world.
For a long while, everything was at peace, until new lands east were discovered, and a Civil War broke out in Armond. Disputes between Armond City and Trex, the next largest city in Armond, started to arise over the issue of imperialism. Many saw it as an opportunity to gain power as a country, while others wanted to focus on domestic quality of life, as imperialistic practices would bring war and resource drain. The country split into North and South Armond.
King Gregory Morris of Southern Armond had a great wall constructed to act as a barrier to the opposition, King Julias Birch in Trex. For a long time the battle raged on, and while resources fell in Southern Armond, tragedy befell Wyrion.
The ruler of Wyrion, Sir Eric Traxxler was a mighty force. A military genius as well as a courageous leader. But some time after the Armondian Civil War began, Traxxler became unhinged. Many say he simply went insane, while others swear that it was an assassination attempt gone awry, but whatever it was, Traxxler bunkered down, and eventually, went missing. Many of his personal guard would not see him for several days at a time, until eventually, his presence obsolete. Coucil members began running the kingdom, and after a few years decided to become absorbed by Southern Armond. The majority of the populace migrated toward civilization in Southern Armond for protection, as the land was still predominantly a frontier.
While the Wyrion Kingdom fell, the Armondian Civil War raged on.
King Julias Birch of North Armond was in a bind. To the north were isolationist desert dwellers, and with the construction of The Great Divide, Birch had few options in the way of allies in war. Birch turned to his people, and one citizen in particular headed the call. Solomon Cross.
Solomon was a young man at the time, probably around 20 to 25, but a powerful sorcerer despite his youth.
Solomon began using necromancy to bolster the forces of the Northern army. Julias was uneasy about this, but for the greater good he conceded. Eventually, Julias grew too uneasy, and attempted to fire Solomon. Solomon’s resignation letter was delivered in the form of a vile poison which took the King’s life.
Assuming control of the country, Solomon raised legions of the dead, constantly applying pressure to the Southern Army.
Solomon’s forces were nigh unbeatable for years, until a special task force was created.
With the help of these 13 Brave Heroes, the undead forces of North Armond were defeated and a final stand was made, marching to the city of Trex, only to see it in shambles. Destroyed and Razed to the ground.
Utilizing the opportunity, Solomon fled in the night, bringing with him the corpse of Julias Birch. Using the apparent victory as a veil, Solomon reanimated Julias as an assassin and gave the command to kill King Gregory. At the Celebratory Feast, Gregory was found dead with his councilmembers.
As Ironic as this victory was, it was not enough for Solomon to secure safety. With the return of the 13 heroes, he was forced to flee northwest, toward the area now known as The Vale. A manhunt began, and led to the quarantining of Solomon at an unnamed lake. A great battle occurred, and resulted in the defeat of the evil sorcerer, but in his last moments before death, Solomon created his final servant of undeath, Himself. Promising to come back and wreak revenge on the heroes who destroyed him, he cursed the land with a violent plague of undeath.
Months went by, and continuously, Solomon was killed and subsequently resurrected. All who fell near this lake were raised among the undead. Eventually a lone figure appeared from the woods, draped in robes of tangled briars, and spoke only these words:
“Morsin foth i’ton doth nor “
To this day, no one knows what the words mean, perhaps some form of ancient sylvan.
With the speaking of the words, the figure, presumable a powerful druid, sundered the land, and sent the lake and surrounding area into the sea, floating into the distance. Solomon could not leave, for his soul was anchored to the land itself. Cut by a double edged sword, Solomon swore to await a day when he could return and have his revenge.- Oswald