Post by Westcompany on May 31, 2017 7:13:39 GMT -8
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The continent is engulfed in conflict; since the end of the sixty-years' war, the Akashic Empire has begun to expand uncontrollably, trying to wrestle control of both the south-west and the Great Isle from the Volskayans, crushing the Kingdom of Sheqer and the Confederation in the process. The Princedom of Brighthaven still reels after its dismemberment at the hands of the Akashans. The Holy Pontifex fails repeatedly to quell the burning spirits.
The New Akashic Empire traces its roots to the origin of all civilization, the ancient city-state of Akasha. The Galilee line, ancestral rulers of the Empire, is said to still possess the blood of the Seven Tyrants of Akasha. The Akashic Empire is the mightiest country in the world, doubly so after emerging victorious from the Sixty Years' war, which saw it nearly double in size, at the expense of Brighthaven.
The Princedom of Brighthaven was the other major power on the surface of the continent. After a long, bloody war with the the Akashans, it was crushed and downsized, its armies punished and its lands seized. Indeed, after the death of the previous ruler, the young Prince's folly brought a once great nation to its knees. Many resent him for this very reason.
The Volskayan Empire was founded by sea-goers, merchants, travelers, pirates: the Volka Skaierna, 'People of Skaiern'. It is a vast colonial empire, whose trade routes circle all around the continent, and far into the ocean, by either side. Its people are known for their quick wit and their ability at sea, for their wines and for their viciousness. Many times they were beset by their rivals, but through cunning and skill, they were always able to come out on top... and turn a profit.
The Kingdom of Sheqer has remained a constant all through the ages, secure upon their beloved Ehvehn, the Great Isle. Until now. The Volskayan Empire maintained a sizable colony upon the Isle for well over a century, but their presence was quiet and unremarkable. However, the Akashic Empire's aims led their armies to Ehvehn's shores, to battle against the Volskaians... and the Sheqerlanders were crushed inbetween.
In the Confederation, four minor fiefdoms found security; unwilling to be subsumed by one of the larger entities, they opted to unite instead, neighboring people giving each-other a hand. The four Lord Electors of the Confederation choose a leader bi-annually, appropriately named 'Princeps', first among peers. The people of the Confederation are proud of their independence and famously ferocious in the defense of their lands.
The Holy See, holy lands of the Faith, home of the heart of the world, Aeterna Civitas, the Eternal City. Within the immense city-fortress, from the highest tower, one step below the Allfather, the Pontifex leads his blessed nation and the Faith at large. In times of need, the armies of the Faith gather in droves, from all corners of the continent, led by the effulgent steel of the Templar Order.
Armies amass on borders, tensions rise ever higher. A tidal wave of destruction threatens to wash away any remnant of civilization. Dark thoughts are exchanged with the cover of night. And worse still, waiting to be unleashed. All bear witness with bated breath as the world hangs in the balance.
This is a tale of the things to come.
