Post by Ron on Mar 8, 2014 15:45:17 GMT -5
Each person has his own lore added to the server, so we will post it here.
The Great Holy Empire named Sorion
Races: Humans, Elves, Orcs, Dwarves, Wolfmen, Intelligent Monsters.
Guards: Humans, Elves, Orcs, Dwarves, Endermen, Wolfmen.
Friends: People of the Holy Empire, Friendly godless nations.
Enemies: Enemy godless nations, nations who worship false gods.
Creation:
2000 years ago, a great wizard named Ron traversed the great once-peaceful lands of Zhorn. He craved what others did not know about... The Fountain of Life. For years he searched for it until he finally found it. Deep in the west, on the top of the White Mountain, the fountain rested. The guardians of the fountain, spirits of holy light riding Pegasi, were no match for his great power and were dispatched with ease. He drank from the fountain, power coursed in his veins as he was infused with the fountain's holy powers. In his mind, only he was worthy for that power, so he casted a spell with his new-found power and destroyed the fountain and most of the White Mountain's top.
A hundred years later, the first war of the humans and the elves was at it's heat. The great Western Empire was close to doom by the Elven Empire. Ron, who returned from travelling the land, challenging his power, wanted to shape the world in his image. With holy flame he purged the elves who came down upon the last great city of the humans. He scattered them and with the help of the remaining human force he destroyed their capital, finishing off the Elven Empire for good.
He was a hero. The Emperor invited him to congratulate him. And in front of the remaining court and high ranking officers, Ron murdered him. Immediately he was dubbed a traitor, a murderer. He had no problem destroying all those who wanted to harm him. In fact, he enslaved the Western Empire. He was the strongest person alive, none could challenge his power. The people dubbed him the "Traitor Emperor". Ron dubbed himself "The God Emperor" and named his kingdom "The Holy Empire".
One thousand years later, the Elves attempted to restore their power and destroy the Holy Empire by killing their leader in an attempt to recover their old beliefs freely. It took many losses and fights, but in the end the Holy Empire won. Scattering the Elves. His people dubbed him "The God-Emperor" not because of fear now, but for his great power, his immortality and his leadership. No longer hating him, but rather worshiping him, the people of the Holy Empire accepted their name. Ron took the name Ron'Cerinos, after the Elven word for god, "Cerin".
For hundreds of years, Ron'Cerinos studied, trained and only became stronger, smarter and more experienced. His people thought he was a god among mere mortals and so he was in his eyes. He created the strongest and most devastating magic that was known, The Holy Purge. The Holy Purge was a great spell, calling upon the power of the sun to strike down an area, burning it with so much heat that nothing would be left save for some ruins and pieces of magical radiation.
300 years ago, the Aireagán Creideamh started purging the Orcs. They hunted them relentlessly for attacking their home of The Combine. Ron'Cerinos found those actions strictly against his codex. In retaliation, he sent the elite force of the Holy Empire to attack the Aireagán Creideamh and stop the purge of a race. The Aireagán Creideamh replied in deadly force that included foul radiation, a weapon of sort that was designed for mass destruction. The weapon destroyed a large part of The Combine. In a furious response for the loss of his best warriors, Ron'Cerinos went himself, alone, to The Combine. Without warning, he unleashed his most powerful incantation, The Holy Purge. Nothing was left after the holy fires scorched the land. A barren wasteland with naught by poisonous water and radiation. The Aireagán Creideamh were banished from the above world.
200 years ago, in the great jungles of Ahrak, a group of Holy Empire scouts found what looked like a village made of wood and leaves. It's denizens? Spirits of the wild. They fled back to tell the Emperor the news. In response, the Emperor erected outposts around the great forest to make sure they will go on unharmed. The action was merely to set a good standing to the wild spirits.
Today, the Holy Empire stands between a double threat. The Frost Elves, Darcheim, as they call themselves, have reappeared in the far north, supposedly in a suspiciously large city that can provide threats. Various outposts around borders have been supplied with more men and began heavier construction as a result. Scientists and mages alike devised new ways of warfare, stuff that wasn't in their mind for hundreds of years. Rifles began appearing in small numbers in the likes of medieval muskets and shotguns, bows were transferred into crossbows and old magic was turned into powerful holy magic and the new found Thaumatic magic.
On the other side, a dark enemy looms. Something that wasn't there before. A presence of a dark god, returning from eternal slumber.
Racial Mounts: Pegasi
More info to come.
Example of a conversation from the mouth of the Lonely Wanderer NPC.
Player:
Do you have any stories?
Lonely Wanderer:
Sit down and rest, good traveler, for I have a good one in my memory.
Long ago, there were two great gods. One of light, and one of darkness. Those gods hated each other for reasons unknown to this old man. They warred, they fought. The mortals of those times wanted power. Animals, humans, elves and the long lost dwarves alike, fought for their preferred god. Brother killed brother, towns burning, empires crushed. *cough*
Anyway, the strongest of mortal mages came together to discuss the situation, together with the elusive Fae... What, you never heard about Fae? That's bulls- Well Fae are spirits of nature and all that... Try not to get your behinds destroyed when you go to their massive forests. Anyway, where was I?
Player:
The mages and the Fae?
Lonely Wanderer:
Oh yeah, so the strongest mages and Fae came together to discuss what can stop the gods from their destruction and wars and such, and the best solution was to trap them because gods can't die. In great effort, and the lives of many Fae, the mortals and them managed to trap the gods in great fountains of power. They put some sort of strong guardians to defend those fountains.
Legends say that these gods can be released, or even mortals can drink the water of those fountains to get the powers.
Player:
Really?
Lonely Wanderer:
Of course not! It's just a story you idiot! *coughing*
Player:
Well no wonder you're so lonely...
Lonely Wanderer:
Oh bugger off.
The Great Holy Empire named Sorion
Races: Humans, Elves, Orcs, Dwarves, Wolfmen, Intelligent Monsters.
Guards: Humans, Elves, Orcs, Dwarves, Endermen, Wolfmen.
Friends: People of the Holy Empire, Friendly godless nations.
Enemies: Enemy godless nations, nations who worship false gods.
Creation:
2000 years ago, a great wizard named Ron traversed the great once-peaceful lands of Zhorn. He craved what others did not know about... The Fountain of Life. For years he searched for it until he finally found it. Deep in the west, on the top of the White Mountain, the fountain rested. The guardians of the fountain, spirits of holy light riding Pegasi, were no match for his great power and were dispatched with ease. He drank from the fountain, power coursed in his veins as he was infused with the fountain's holy powers. In his mind, only he was worthy for that power, so he casted a spell with his new-found power and destroyed the fountain and most of the White Mountain's top.
A hundred years later, the first war of the humans and the elves was at it's heat. The great Western Empire was close to doom by the Elven Empire. Ron, who returned from travelling the land, challenging his power, wanted to shape the world in his image. With holy flame he purged the elves who came down upon the last great city of the humans. He scattered them and with the help of the remaining human force he destroyed their capital, finishing off the Elven Empire for good.
He was a hero. The Emperor invited him to congratulate him. And in front of the remaining court and high ranking officers, Ron murdered him. Immediately he was dubbed a traitor, a murderer. He had no problem destroying all those who wanted to harm him. In fact, he enslaved the Western Empire. He was the strongest person alive, none could challenge his power. The people dubbed him the "Traitor Emperor". Ron dubbed himself "The God Emperor" and named his kingdom "The Holy Empire".
One thousand years later, the Elves attempted to restore their power and destroy the Holy Empire by killing their leader in an attempt to recover their old beliefs freely. It took many losses and fights, but in the end the Holy Empire won. Scattering the Elves. His people dubbed him "The God-Emperor" not because of fear now, but for his great power, his immortality and his leadership. No longer hating him, but rather worshiping him, the people of the Holy Empire accepted their name. Ron took the name Ron'Cerinos, after the Elven word for god, "Cerin".
For hundreds of years, Ron'Cerinos studied, trained and only became stronger, smarter and more experienced. His people thought he was a god among mere mortals and so he was in his eyes. He created the strongest and most devastating magic that was known, The Holy Purge. The Holy Purge was a great spell, calling upon the power of the sun to strike down an area, burning it with so much heat that nothing would be left save for some ruins and pieces of magical radiation.
300 years ago, the Aireagán Creideamh started purging the Orcs. They hunted them relentlessly for attacking their home of The Combine. Ron'Cerinos found those actions strictly against his codex. In retaliation, he sent the elite force of the Holy Empire to attack the Aireagán Creideamh and stop the purge of a race. The Aireagán Creideamh replied in deadly force that included foul radiation, a weapon of sort that was designed for mass destruction. The weapon destroyed a large part of The Combine. In a furious response for the loss of his best warriors, Ron'Cerinos went himself, alone, to The Combine. Without warning, he unleashed his most powerful incantation, The Holy Purge. Nothing was left after the holy fires scorched the land. A barren wasteland with naught by poisonous water and radiation. The Aireagán Creideamh were banished from the above world.
200 years ago, in the great jungles of Ahrak, a group of Holy Empire scouts found what looked like a village made of wood and leaves. It's denizens? Spirits of the wild. They fled back to tell the Emperor the news. In response, the Emperor erected outposts around the great forest to make sure they will go on unharmed. The action was merely to set a good standing to the wild spirits.
Today, the Holy Empire stands between a double threat. The Frost Elves, Darcheim, as they call themselves, have reappeared in the far north, supposedly in a suspiciously large city that can provide threats. Various outposts around borders have been supplied with more men and began heavier construction as a result. Scientists and mages alike devised new ways of warfare, stuff that wasn't in their mind for hundreds of years. Rifles began appearing in small numbers in the likes of medieval muskets and shotguns, bows were transferred into crossbows and old magic was turned into powerful holy magic and the new found Thaumatic magic.
On the other side, a dark enemy looms. Something that wasn't there before. A presence of a dark god, returning from eternal slumber.
Racial Mounts: Pegasi
More info to come.
Example of a conversation from the mouth of the Lonely Wanderer NPC.
Player:
Do you have any stories?
Lonely Wanderer:
Sit down and rest, good traveler, for I have a good one in my memory.
Long ago, there were two great gods. One of light, and one of darkness. Those gods hated each other for reasons unknown to this old man. They warred, they fought. The mortals of those times wanted power. Animals, humans, elves and the long lost dwarves alike, fought for their preferred god. Brother killed brother, towns burning, empires crushed. *cough*
Anyway, the strongest of mortal mages came together to discuss the situation, together with the elusive Fae... What, you never heard about Fae? That's bulls- Well Fae are spirits of nature and all that... Try not to get your behinds destroyed when you go to their massive forests. Anyway, where was I?
Player:
The mages and the Fae?
Lonely Wanderer:
Oh yeah, so the strongest mages and Fae came together to discuss what can stop the gods from their destruction and wars and such, and the best solution was to trap them because gods can't die. In great effort, and the lives of many Fae, the mortals and them managed to trap the gods in great fountains of power. They put some sort of strong guardians to defend those fountains.
Legends say that these gods can be released, or even mortals can drink the water of those fountains to get the powers.
Player:
Really?
Lonely Wanderer:
Of course not! It's just a story you idiot! *coughing*
Player:
Well no wonder you're so lonely...
Lonely Wanderer:
Oh bugger off.
