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Title: The Lore of Mithra
Post by: Crushita on April 03, 2017, 03:22:18 AM
Hello everyone! Me and a friend of mine have been working for a couple of months on a world for a book he is writing, the world being called Mithra. Its a lot of work though and I always feel its helpful to get some feedback, and since you guys are always helpful I thought it would be nice to dump some of our work here time to time. So if you feel like critiquing and helping with our world building, feel free! Oh, and feel free to ask any questions about this text dump. I'll probably do more posts about it if people are interested.
Just a quick reference on the story before we get into this: Eclenia, which will be mentioned below, is the main nation of the story where the protagonist comes from. Escaria is the nation that has long been the rival of Eclenia for a variety of reasons.
Without further ado, here are some of the religions we're working on in Mithra:

Siglaeism:
Siglaeism is the main religion of the story. It is a monotheistic faith centered around the worship of the Attendants of God, who has left the world for unclear reasons. In God’s place, the Attendants control the world and everything in it. The number of Attendants depends on who you ask, as there are three major branches of Siglaeism in the world. The main branch of the faith are the Auskelists, who believe in 8 Attendants and of the superiority of Raguel, the Eagle, Lord of the Skies, as the main Attendant. The branch followed by the main character of the story is the Felbrist branch, which believes in 7 Attendants, headed by Uriel, the Lion, Lord of the Earth. They do not recognize Raguel as an Attendant There are many differences between these two branches, the Auskelists have very patriarchal societies which was a major cause of the split, as Eclenian society, the nation where the Felbrists are based out of, is very egalitarian. These and other cultural differences spilled out into theological disputes and have only heightened the tension between Eclenia and its major rival, the Auskelist Escaria. There is also the Haykalists, based out of the nation of Aspya, recognize only 5 Attendants and whose faith has been warped by the native religion of the land.

Worship in the faith is controlled by the Incarnates of each Attendant. All Attendants have Incarnates except for Remiel, the Snake, He Who Speaks to God. These incarnates control in essence almost their own churches. With their own variable rites and rituals, and spheres of control. While most Incarnates either look to spiritual matters and upkeep their temples, some have very interesting methods of worship. The Incarnate and priests of Jerahmeel, Lord of the Oceans, the Great Destroyer, are pirates. They constantly prowl the seas, consulting Jerahmeel to see if he is displeased with any ships they stumble upon. If they believe that Jerahmeel is displeased with them for some slight, they will zealously try to destroy the offender. This has made them extraordinarily rich, both from plunder and from tithes given to them in hope that Jerahmeel will be pleased by their offering. They even maintain their own state on an island off the coast of Eclenia which they maintain through a combination of zealotry, naval power, and copious bribes.

Qurayism

Qurayism is the polytheistic faith that defines the southern continent. Qurayists believe in three gods: Melef, the father, god of the Sky. Saban, the son, god of Fire and the Sun. And Maufa, the Daughter, goddess of the Earth and the Moon. Qurayists believe that Melef was created into this world by another, stronger, primordial force to bring order to the chaos. Here he created the earth and the sky. The world was bleak and dreary and there was no life. So Melef created his two children, Saban and Maufa. Saban created the Sun as his abode, rose great mountains, made every valley and hill, while Maufa created the oceans and gave life to the world, creating every plant and animal and made her abode, the moon. She was still lonely however, having only her Father and Brother, and so from a small piece of the moon, she made humanity to revel in creation with them. One day however, a man brought sin into the world and Melef grew angry with humanity and cast them down to the earth below. Here he gave them war, pestilence, famine, death, anger and jealousy. Maufa, seeing the plight of her creation and the chaos caused among them by her father, gave them hope, patience, love and empathy. She gave them agriculture and writing and allowed them to establish civilization to fight against the curses her father gave to them. Finally, Saban, seeing all that had happened, gave the Humans a small piece of the sun, just as his sister had made them from a piece of the moon and called it fire. Though it warmed them, it could burn them. Though it could cook food it could burn it. Though it could be used to create great works it could destroy them just the same.

There are two sects of the Qurayism, the main sect, who are simply called Qurayists, and the Sabanites, who have a long history within Qurayism. The Qurayists mainly worship Mother Maufa, who gave them life and only rarely pray to Saban and Melef. Sabanites worship Father Saban, who created them in the great fire that ended a war long ago between the Qurayists and the Sarvanists, who will be discussed later. The two sects get along well, as the Qurayists preach peace and the Sabanites war. The Qurayists provide the Sabanites with all they need to survive, food, water and shelter, while the Sabanites focus on war, as they and their ancestors were cursed by the great weapon they called upon to defeat the Sarvanists. They both live in their countries, and only priests of each sect may speak to the other.

Sarvanism

Sarvanists are perhaps the most zealous, militant and esoteric of all religions in Mithra. Their religious traditions are obscure and almost unknown by outsiders. What is known is that they believe in two Gods, the God of Light and Order, Haleeb, and the God of Darkness and Chaos, Timmi. They believe that humanity was once in harmony with Haleeb, until sin was created by humanity and it soon became more of liability than an advantage in Haleeb’s eternal war against Timmi. Haleeb then created the earth and told humanity that if their good deeds did not outweigh their sin, Haleeb would destroy the world and curse every soul, living and dead to Timmi and eternal torture. Sarvanists often go on holy wars to stamp out what they see as sin in the world, mostly against the Qurayists, who they see as a decadent and corrupt influence on the world. They have gone so far as to war against Siglaeists though.

Kalevala

The religion of the warlike Bothnians, and often called the Religion of Blood by outsiders, Kalevala is a polytheistic faith focused on three gods, Ukonusko, the god of Blood, who requires blood to be spilled for his amusement or he will destroy the world. His wife, Akka, who tries to sooth Ukonusko’s rage, and often fails. Finally Louhi, Ukonusko’s slave, God of the Elves. He was once the powerful and mighty god of the Elves but was brought down by his own hubris and was enslaved by Ukonusko. He is used to justify the Bothnian enslavement of the elves and is often used by the elves themselves to justify their own enslavement. Kalevala is a religion of blood, and all able bodied Bothnian men. (Not that any aren’t, you’re either able bodied or dead.)

Kalevala is based around not only the gods however, but many legendary heroes who have done great deeds in the name of Ukonusko, and villains who have defied his will. The interpretation of who is a hero and who is a villain can seem a bit warped to outsiders however. For example, the hero Juhannus was the only son of Ukonusko and Akka. They had many daughters however, and the human race was started when Juhannus raped all of his sisters. The children they gave birth to became the first humans. The greatest villain of Kalevala is Marjatta, the child born of an affair between Akka and Louhi, hated by both Gods and Men. Akka had him raised in secret but he was almost impossible to hide owing to his innate magical power. Hating Ukonusko for his mistreatment of him he became a great healer, stopping brave Bothnians from spill their blood and that of others in the name of Ukonusko. During the great war that happened when Ukonusko fought Louhi and humans fought elves, he made all living beings immortal, weakening Ukonusko, who eventually split the world asunder to defeat Louhi and enslave him. Marjatta’s immortality allowed both humanity and elves to survive. Ukonusko then reversed this “curse” and allowed both races to die again, but told the Bothnians to work to repay the blood he was not given during this time or he would destroy humanity. With these stories in mind, the extremely blood mindset of the Bothnians come through, as their faith causes almost all men to be warriors in their culture.

Well if you actually made it this far, congratulations! I hope you found it interesting and we would love some feedback! If you have any questions feel free to ask. Thanks for reading :D
Title: The Lore of Mithra
Post by: Gattoartico on April 03, 2017, 04:00:11 AM
I reached the section on Kalevala and my only thought was: BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD! SKULLS FOR THE SKULL THRONE!

But seriously though it's very well developed, I would recommend to flesh out the histories a little more as well as the relevant nations.

E.g. My world of Royan has five major Empires and forty odd Kingdoms, each with a unique culture and history. Everyone has their own pantheons, some more limited than others, but I have almost fully fleshed each individual force out. I also have hand drawn maps for the continents and smaller settlements, technology and magic is strictly defined, as well as the powers and characteristics of the gods of Emelnÿa Eganÿama[Immortal Empire in Old Salterian/Imperial] I am known for how deeply developed my worlds are though, so you don't need to try and go as in depth as I do lol. (Mostly because I am more obsessed with world building than an author probably should be.)
Title: The Lore of Mithra
Post by: Crushita on April 03, 2017, 04:06:31 AM
Eclenia and Escaria are fleshed out, as well as many other things, but we have about 20 google docs going and I haven't bothered to summarize anything else :P Thanks for the feedback though! I'm interested in the world you have though, you should share it with the region as well!
Title: The Lore of Mithra
Post by: Gattoartico on April 03, 2017, 04:17:13 AM
Eclenia and Escaria are fleshed out, as well as many other things, but we have about 20 google docs going and I haven't bothered to summarize anything else :P Thanks for the feedback though! I'm interested in the world you have though, you should share it with the region as well!

The more google docs the better.... You can never not have enough!

I will one day, I just need to shift a lot of the Info out of my head and onto paper or keyboard. I can tell you though that a side novel of mine utilizes a number of characters that appear on Royan. The novel is titled The Red Cross and you can find it on Wattpad under the profile Travaller. (Cue shameless self advertising)
Title: The Lore of Mithra
Post by: Crushita on April 03, 2017, 04:18:56 AM
Eclenia and Escaria are fleshed out, as well as many other things, but we have about 20 google docs going and I haven't bothered to summarize anything else :P Thanks for the feedback though! I'm interested in the world you have though, you should share it with the region as well!

The more google docs the better.... You can never not have enough!

I will one day, I just need to shift a lot of the Info out of my head and onto paper or keyboard. I can tell you though that a side novel of mine utilizes a number of characters that appear on Royan. The novel is titled The Red Cross and you can find it on Wattpad under the profile Travaller. (Cue shameless self advertising)

Will do!
Except its midnight and I really should be getting to sleep xD
Title: The Lore of Mithra
Post by: Gattoartico on April 03, 2017, 04:20:10 AM
Eclenia and Escaria are fleshed out, as well as many other things, but we have about 20 google docs going and I haven't bothered to summarize anything else :P Thanks for the feedback though! I'm interested in the world you have though, you should share it with the region as well!

The more google docs the better.... You can never not have enough!

I will one day, I just need to shift a lot of the Info out of my head and onto paper or keyboard. I can tell you though that a side novel of mine utilizes a number of characters that appear on Royan. The novel is titled The Red Cross and you can find it on Wattpad under the profile Travaller. (Cue shameless self advertising)

Will do!
Except its midnight and I really should be getting to sleep xD

Same tho! I have school tomorrow too...
Title: The Lore of Mithra
Post by: Elbbsas on April 03, 2017, 04:55:37 AM
World building! World building world building WORLD BUILDING!!!

*coughs*

I concur with Gatto -- these are cool and just need some fleshing out. I certainly wouldn't object to seeing more of this world. I like the pirates priests of Jerahmeel, and the whole Siglaeism religion looks fun. Especially with two different version being held up.

I am a bit curious about your naming scheme. Do you have any particular ideas behind your names? I ask because your two main nations -- Eclenia and Escaria -- are very similar. They have the same start and ends and syllable count. Was this done intentionally? Because if not, things will get very confusing very quickly, and confusing things are not fun to read.
Title: The Lore of Mithra
Post by: Crushita on April 03, 2017, 12:29:11 PM
World building! World building world building WORLD BUILDING!!!

*coughs*

I concur with Gatto -- these are cool and just need some fleshing out. I certainly wouldn't object to seeing more of this world. I like the pirates priests of Jerahmeel, and the whole Siglaeism religion looks fun. Especially with two different version being held up.

I am a bit curious about your naming scheme. Do you have any particular ideas behind your names? I ask because your two main nations -- Eclenia and Escaria -- are very similar. They have the same start and ends and syllable count. Was this done intentionally? Because if not, things will get very confusing very quickly, and confusing things are not fun to read.
Well Eclenia was originally called Eclen(Like England) but the problem soon became that we were both calling it Eclenia anyway so we just decided to roll with it. No idea where my friend came up with Escaria though.
Happy to see some interest though! Perhaps I'll do a post on Eclenia and Escaria soon enough!
Title: The Lore of Mithra
Post by: Fortis Scriptor on April 08, 2017, 08:20:04 PM
What's up comrades! just doing a quick little introduction, I'm Fortis and I'm that friend of Crush who is writing the story and started the work on this universe. That was almost a year ago now that I think about it...  :o Anyways Crush started working with me to help in the world building process back in January and has become an absolutely integral member of my small circle of friends whom I consult, and by integral member I mean he's basically my partner in this, when it comes to topics of culture and religion he is a master. Since you guys seem to enjoy the fluff we may very well post more and hear your thoughts.  :D
Title: The Lore of Mithra
Post by: Fortis Scriptor on May 28, 2017, 12:41:47 PM
Hello comrades, it's Fortis again  :wave: Haven't been active at all on here but I was rather busy with school and other such BS. But since you seemed to be interested in the universe of Mithra which I created back in October of 2016 and my good friend Crush started working with me on it in January of this year, I am bringing you another installment of lore, today we are taking an in-depth look at the nation from which the protagonists of my story hail, The great Eclenian Empire.
 
PS The nation once known as Escaria is now known as Burjion.
 
 
Spoiler
Eclenia, or at this point in history the Eclenian Empire is a country that dominates the southeastern quarter of the continent of Galindia, the westernmost continent of Mithra.
 
The Empire encompasses the original borders of the Kingdom of Eclenia, as well as the Kingdom of Haragladia to the north, and to the west, the Kingdom of Mercia and the Duchy of Antilonica.
 
But for today’s sake, I will be mostly discussing Eclenia in terms of what is today known as the Heartlands, the original territory controlled by the Kingdom of Elcenia.
 
The Kingdom of Eclenia was first formed at the end of the warring states period of Galindia which followed the fall of the old Haragladian Empire in 700 BCE. Though the exact date of its founding is unknown it is speculated to have been sometime in the first couple of decades of the fourth century CE when many of the native tribes and city states that inhabited the region united to face the invasion of the Jeddites. The invasion of the Jeddites is the event that caused the majority of the countries that inhabit Galindia to put aside their differences and fight a common enemy.
 
Eclenia is a unique country in its geography because its borders are naturally protected on all sides by either mountains or the ocean.
 
The territory within this natural fortress is made up of fertile grasslands, highlands, and is surrounded by many great forests (Especially in the south), the most predominant trees being that of oak and pine, including one species of oak tree, The Great Eclenian Steel Oak, which can live for as long as by some records 5,000 years and regularly grow to be as tall as 120 meters tall and 5 meters thick. These trees are well known for their use in shipbuilding and earned the nickname of Steel Oak as masts made from them are said to be unbreakable. Eclenia’s climate is oceanic in nature with cool summers and cool but not cold winters. This has ensured that crops in Eclenia have almost always been abundant and never scarce enough to cause famine. The mountains which make up the borders in the north and west are both unique and rich in their own ways. The Western mountains are littered with hidden valleys where many small cities and most famously orders of Knights have made their home. The North also has a few of these hidden valleys but is far more known for its abundance of metals, specifically iron, copper, and tin. But in the Northeastern mountains, there are also a few very famous and rich silver mines.
 
From the time Eclenia was founded, she was always an isolated and relatively peaceful nation relying on a mixture of volunteer militia, and knights of the realm to be called in times of war to defend the mountain passes from attack. These almost exclusively coming from the west by the will of the Empire of Burjion, which was for many centuries the dominant power on the continent.
 
To understand the rise of the Eclenian Empire I will tell you that the Empire of Burjion, which rose in 900 CE had been built on bloodshed and conquest, it's economy depending on the production of tools of war to function had conquered all but three entities on Galindia all on the eastern coast. The Free Elven State of Madedla in the Darengi forest in the extreme north, the Kingdom of Haragladia in the central east, and the Kingdom of Eclenia in the southeast, and for two hundred years they had been trying to conquer Eclenia and Haragladia.
 
By 1310 Eclenia had fended off two massive invasions, and Haragladia three.
In that same year, the king of Eclenia at the time, Orphirian, after witnessing his brave, but ill-trained feudal troops die in droves to defend the passes decided to launch a massive military reformation which turned it from a bunch of decentralised lord's forces to a small but highly professional defensive army. This angered the nobility to no end but after the massive losses taken in the last war, they could not argue.
 
In 1344 the Burjionese returned with another invasion force, but instead of the usual cobbled together feudal army which they were expecting. They were met by a frightening sight of a fully organised and uniform army clad in indigo blue. Lines of spears and crossbows and a backbone of heavily armed and armoured knights atop mighty warhorses.
 
The armies of Burjion fell upon the Eclenian lines like a wave slamming against a rocky coast. So much blood was spilt that day, it is said the flowers which grow on the field once as white as snow now bloom a scarlet red.
 
It would be nearly a century before the Burjionese would again dare to attack Eclenia in force.
 
It is this that brings us to the greatest time in Eclenian history. On a freezing winter night in 1405 in the light of the mighty forge of Fenrock Castle, Joslyn the daughter of the Royal Swordsmith, her beloved Aneirin, the King of Eclenia by her side gave birth to a baby boy, who they named Marius.
 
Within three years Aneirin would fall ill and die. His older brother Oliver taking his place soon after.
 
Though he was a bastard, Marius’s uncle treated him as a son, and his cousins as if he were their youngest brother.
 
In 1423 the Burjionese made arrangements for peace talks to occur with the Eclenians, which King Oliver gladly accepted. He soon rode off to the western pass with his sons in tow. Little did they know it was a trap. The Burjionese slaughtered the Royal Envoy, with only one young knight escaping with his life.
 
With every pure heir to the throne dead, aside from an infant, the Eclenian court looked to the bastard of Aneirin to take up the crown. The young Marius was now left with a kingdom, a baby cousin to take care of, and the threat of invasion by Burjion. As King, he took a new surname of Aspada in honour of his mother. With fire in his belly and his nation in need of action, Marius rallied the army and marched on the western mountain pass, finding a small Burjionese expeditionary force which he ran down with a divine wrath.
 
A few months later in 1424, the Burjionese launched the fourth invasion of Haragladia. Which came as a wonderful surprise to Marius who was expecting them to attack Eclenia.
 
Seeing a perfect opportunity Marius prepared his army to march and sent a messenger to Haragladia with an offer of military aid.
 
The Haragladians happily accepted as they knew they didn’t have it in them to hold off against the Burjionese alone.
 
Marius spurred his men to action and began a journey north to relieve the Haragladian army who were besieged on the fortified bank of Vos River. Going through Burjionese controlled Mercia the Eclenians disrupted supply lines and attacked smaller forces of Burjionese troops until they reached their destination.
 
They found the Burjionese in the midst of an assault and the Haragladian lines beginning to falter, but Marius rushed forward with his cavalry catching the enemy completely by surprise. The Burjionese were utterly routed, and the Kingdom of Haragladia was saved.
 
The King of Haragladia so grateful to the young Marius, whom he’d know for quite a few years told him that he may have anything he wished. Marius asked for only one thing, to marry the crowned Princess so that the two kingdoms could be united as one against the Burjionese. The King of Haragladia agreed.
 
A few years later in 1427, Marius would make an interesting discovery while doing some alchemical experimentation. Explosive black powder. He saw the potential of this new device and began research in uses for it.
 
A year later the Burjionese launched the fourth invasion of Eclenia. This, however, was a far larger host than had ever attempted the attack before, it included vast numbers of soldiers from every part of Galindia under Burjion’s rule and influence.
 
Marius’s wife and Queen upon hearing the reports of this massive army prepared to send word to her father asking for reinforcements but Marius refused stating that the Haragladian Army needed more time to recover. She looked at her husband as if he were insane and outright refused to speak with him for days thinking him to be suicidal.
 
However Marius had a plan, for one he’d recently employed a Mercenary Company of Elven Mages from Madedla, and second, he had a plan to use these mages in conjunction with his black powder.
 
He then proceeded to move his army around dragging the giant Burjion army by the nose, until he reached the field of his choosing. That field was in the flat pastures on the outskirts of the village of Azurekort. Here the Eclenian army would make its stand against their far more numerous foe.
 
The Burjionese deployed in full array and marched on the Eclenian defensive line which was void of knights anywhere in its ranks, not on foot, nor on horseback. All they could see was the wall of shields and spears.
 
Cautious, the Burjionese opened up the engagement by sending their pride and joy, the elite longbowmen forward supported by some light infantry. They pushed into a field at the edge of their range and let loose a barrage of arrows which had little effect, the Eclenians didn’t move.
 
Feeling emboldened the Burjionese brought up their longbows even closer and peppered the Eclenian spear line again. The Eclenians in a moment responded with a volley of fireballs from behind their line, and crossbowmen rose from a hidden trench ten meters in front of the Eclenian line, loosing a deadly volley at close range before foot knights too rose from the trench and charged into the lightly protected archers.
 
The Burjionese Knights quickly charged forward to relieve their comrades going across the field, passing by a few little red flags which little did they know marked the location of hidden black powder bombs which were detonated via Elven fire mages. The ground exploded blasting horses and knights to pieces.
 
The Burjionese army thoroughly confused charged into the smoky fray, they too were met with explosions and fire, before being beset upon by the Eclenian cavalry which appeared from seemingly nowhere on the Burjionese flanks.
 
The battle was over in an hour, the slaughter lasted for another four. The Burjionese, who were already disorganised by the use of many regional, and client state forces, were unused to magic in the field, and this new explosive device. They were panicked and lost order quickly. Those that escaped the bloodbath routed west back to Mercia and those that reorganised prepared for the Eclenian counter attack.
 
But the Eclenians did not attack. For Marius was sure that the Burjionese could not invade either Haragladia or Eclenia for at least a few years. He would wait and work to develop new weapons and tactics using black powder, and twelve years later his project would bear fruit in the form of the cannon. Four years after that the king of Haragladia died and Marius would unite Haragladia and Eclenia under a single banner founding the Eclenian Empire.
 
He then proceeded to launch a new military reform as he worked to combine the Haragladian and Eclenian armies, as well as retrain them to work in conjunction with cannon.
 
The process was slow due to some rather large differences in military philosophy, but they found pride in working together for their new empire and formed an incredible bond.
 
The work with cannons was also slow and painful for the rank and file but it had opened a floodgate of ideas throughout the officers of the army as they experimented with ways to use the frightening, but at this point relatively unreliable weapons.
 
It would take three years, but in 1447 the new Imperial Army was declared ready for action, three times the size of the original combined armies of Eclenia and Haragladia this was an impeccably trained and equipped force. Within days of the declaration, Marius sent the order to mobilise and by the month’s end war had been declared and the Eclenian Empire began its first military conquest.
 
The Burjionese met the Eclenians at the Second Battle of Vos River with everything they had to throw at them. Hundreds of thousands of ill-equipped conscripts were hurled at the Eclenian lines only to be ground to piles of steaming flesh and bone.
 
The Eclenian army swept over Mercia like a storm wiping out any pocket of resistance they came across. By the dawn of the new year of 1448, all of Mercia was under Eclenian control.
 
But the Eclenians weren’t done yet, days after the last snow melted in Mercia in spring of 1449, the Eclenian army pressed into Antilonica smashing the garrisons of the old ill-repaired-castles like a hammer hitting glass. The whole of the region surrendering to the Eclenians by the fall.
 
Finally, the Burjionese would receive some reprieve, but it would only last a few years. In 1452 massive uprisings began in Burjion’s territories of Soeria and their client state on Roncales. All well armed by the Eclenians.
 
In 1453, at the request of the rebels, the Eclenian army would make landfall first in Roncales, and then in Soeria.
 
By 1454 the last stronghold of Burjionese troops in Soeria falls to the combined force of Soerian Rebels and their Eclenian allies.
 
With their empire collapsing around them the Burjionese surrendered to the Eclenian Empire.
 
Emperor Marius would oversee the demands sent to them. They stated thus.
 
The territories of Mercia and Antilonica be handed over to the Eclenian Empire. The Kingdom of Soeria, and the Republic of Roncales be granted total independence. And lastly, the Empire of Burjion for the next fifty years pay tribute to the Eclenian Empire as recompense for the various invasions of the Kingdoms of Eclenia and Haragladia.
 
The Burjionese seeing no other choice accepted the demands.
 
Soon after the surrender the King and Queen of Burjion were found in their bed chambers dead, they had committed suicide out of shame. Their son and his wife would ascend to the throne later that year.
 
Marius would travel to Burjion and personally attend their funeral to pay his respects to his fallen former enemies. This made a very strong impression on the new king of Burjion who would ask Marius if he would take his young daughter in as an apprentice. Marius gladly accepted welcoming the young princess of Burjion into his family with open arms.
 
The period following the surrender of Burjion was mostly peaceful. The Eclenians offered the Free Elven State of Madedla vassalage which they denied with a laugh, but negotiations continued until a deal of trade and friendship, and a pact of defence was struck between the two nations. This an assurance to keep Madedla’s independence, and gave the Eclenian’s exclusive rights to hire mage mercenary companies from Madedla’s Arcane College of Darengi.
 
With the new pact signed with the Elves and an elite army with nothing to do the Emperor set his sights on a new conquest to the south.
 
In 1464 the Eclenian army would sail to Albukana and invade the nation of Al-Lat. The Al-Lations would fight heroically with Jeddite Dragon Riders at their side.
 
They would earn not only the respect of Marius but of the Elves and Haragladian Corps.
 
In 1468 the Al-Lations would honourably surrender to the Eclenians swearing their loyalty to the empire. However the Jeddites would only swear fealty to Marius, not his empire as they felt it was the man who deserved respect, and not his banner.
 
Not a month after coming under Eclenian rule, Al-Lat was faced with an invasion. For the Al-Lations it was the return of an old foe, for the Eclenians it was the introduction of an enemy that would haunt the empire for its entire existence. The Sarvanists.
 
They came in numbers by some accounts as high as the millions. But they were equipped with soft iron, and even bronze supplemented by vast numbers of mages. It was nothing compared to the Eclenian’s full array of steel plate armour, steel weaponry, highly skilled and powerful Elven mages, as well as now vastly improved cannons.
 
The Sarvanists were massacred beyond counting but still managed to cause some damage to the Eclenian, Sabanite, and Jeddite forces. The invasion which came to be known as the First Sarvan-Eclenian War, lasted a year before finally being driven back into the desert from whence it came.
 
The Emperor was fascinated and horrified by this new enemy and with the help of Sabanite and Jeddite Elders learned as much as he could of these Sarvanists.
 
From the knowledge he gained he deemed that the Sarvanists were not only a danger to his empire and people but to the whole world, a disease which had to be eradicated from the face of Mithra. With this goal in mind, he prepared the army to march again this time their target was the Sarvanist State of Manat. It would be the only decision Marius would publically regret in his entire life. The Second Sarvan-Eclenian War had begun.
 
The march across the desert was the first obstacle, hundreds of Eclenian soldiers died of the heat, and a few thousand more had to be sent home.
 
Then came the first battle. As the Eclenians reached the border of Manat they entered a desert canyon where a Sarvanist army sprung an ambush upon the exhausted Eclenian column. The Eclenians would win the day but it was a pyrrhic victory for sure. Most generals would have turned back here, but Marius was determined in this righteous cause to save the world from the accursed Sarvanist barbarians.
 
The Imperial Army finally reached a sign of civilisation for the first time in nearly a month. A small city with house made of sandstone and clay. When the Eclenians entered this comparatively primitive metropolis they found it completely abandoned. Food stalls still packed to the brim, dinner plated on the table in homes. It was as if the people had simply vanished into thin air.
 
It was a bit creepy sure, but the Eclenians preferred a ghost town to another bloodbath. For they were sure there were plenty more to come.
 
They spent the next week encamped in the abandoned city just enjoying the time to rest before the campaign could truly begin. However, the campaign would come to them. A few hours before dawn just as the last guards fell asleep house began exploding in balls of fire which couldn’t be put out with water.
 
 The Sarvanist Armies descended upon the city attacking in droves, heading the attack were Sarvanist Dragonriders, but these were unlike the Jeddite Dragons and their riders, these beasts were feral and blind with chains hooked into their eye sockets as the anchor point of the reins and the riders were mad men in rags screaming at the top of their lungs. They fought ferociously, and suicidally, killing as many of the Eclenian troops as possible before being shot down, or swallowed up by the fires which they started.
 
During the battle, a dragon attacked the Imperial Guard, during which Marius’s eldest son Gaius is killed. His second son is badly injured having part of his helmet melt onto the left side of his face badly disfiguring him. And the Emperor himself is injured with a massive slash across his left arm by a dragon claw.
 
It was a brutal defeat, the first in the Imperial Army’s history, smaller elements had lost battles before sure, but never had the whole army been defeated.
 
It is said that Marius was silent for two weeks as he grieved the death of his son.
 
But the day after his two sons were sent home, one in a box and the other on a stretcher. Marius stood before his generals his face still red with tears and said this.
 
“I have never before seen such dishonour and villainy. Tens of thousands of my family lie dead on the field… They must be avenged. I will not rest until it is done.”
 
This was in late 1471.
 
The Eclenians would continue the war against the Sarvanists for another three years beating them to a bloody draw. Though neither side would admit it as anything other than victory.
 
Though a bloody and terrible conflict the Second Sarvan-Eclenian War solidified an unbreakable bond between the Al-Lations and the Eclenians.
 
In 1475 Emperor Marius and his massively depleted army returned home to Eclenia welcomed back as heroes.
 
A funeral was held for Crowned Prince Gaius where thousands of people attended to pay their respects including the elder chief of the Jeddites who would bestow the fallen Prince Gaius an honorary place as a son of Jeddiam.
 
Just another three years later in 1478 tragedy would strike the emperor again with the death of his wife at the hands of illness, it was a plague which had been ravaging Antilonica. The Empress had spent much time there giving aid. Her funeral too would draw a massive crowd.
 
After the death of the Empress. Marius became more and more absent from the Imperial court due to a multitude of health issues. Truth be told he had never fully recovered from the wounds he received during the war with the Sarvanists, his arm ached him most days, and he rarely had a night of restful sleep as he was haunted by nightmares. This all coming to a head when he fell ill and went completely blind.
 
He would rule another six months before abdicating the throne naming his youngest son Tiberius as his successor in 1480.
 
Marius would spend the rest of his days quietly with his family, aiding his successor when he needed it and appearing at many birthdays and special events among the people and nobility as the grand patriarch of his nation. He died peacefully in his sleep on what would have been his sixtieth wedding anniversary in 1485. His funeral drew a crowd that overflowed the Imperial Capital with over 600,000 people attending the procession. Among those there were the Headmaster of the Arcane College of Darengi who was a personal friend, The Patriarch of Madedla, the Chief Elders of Jeddiam, The Sultan of Al-Lat, the Doge of Roncales, The King of Soeria, and even the Queen of Burjion who had spent her childhood being mentored by the Emperor. 
 
 
Thus ends part one of the lore and history of Eclenia. I hope you all enjoyed the story of the first emperor Marius.  :D

Title: The Lore of Mithra
Post by: Crushita on May 29, 2017, 12:45:05 PM
Since you guys were interested before

@Elbbsas @Gattoartico and since you commented on Invictus @Gerrick

We would love to hear your guy's opinions! :D
Title: The Lore of Mithra
Post by: Gattoartico on May 29, 2017, 03:35:23 PM
Well I will say it is a very well thought out history. I like the creativity with names and places. I am also going to say that you do wonderful job of both telling a story and a timeline in one thing, it makes the timeline just that much more interesting and delightful. (I also just think this world is wonderful in general)

My only question is if the Eclenian armies were feudal and ill trained then where did the necessary training come from? A ruler cannot simply will his army into a more professional and better trained force without someone who is experienced and well trained to train the army. For now I'm assuming it was a Haragladian general who trained the army.

Title: The Lore of Mithra
Post by: Fortis Scriptor on May 29, 2017, 07:19:32 PM
My only question is if the Eclenian armies were feudal and ill trained then where did the necessary training come from? A ruler cannot simply will his army into a more professional and better trained force without someone who is experienced and well trained to train the army. For now I'm assuming it was a Haragladian general who trained the army.

I'm glad you asked that. While the vast majority of military forces were ill-trained, even then there were knights serving the various lords who were decent soldiers at least. The ones that would have been responsible for training the new Ophirian reformed army was a mixture of Haragladian advisors (Good guess there) Aspyian mercenaries (Aspyia is a nation on the eastern continent of Orliend), and most notably some knights of the Royal Retinue, and the Order of the Rose who I will discuss more at a later date.

One specific part of the Ophirian reform I passed over talking about is actually how knights changed in Eclenia, becoming the Knights of the Realm which basically required at least one child from every noble family in Eclenia to be turned over to the kingdom to train from the age of 5 until they're 18 at which time they take a final exam which a good 1 in 3 applicants fail to pass. The Knights of the Realm could be compared to spartans. It came from the Haragladian model but Ophirian took it to the extreme. It launched a very well entrenched proud military tradition among the nobility. Even among the common populace soldiers in the Royal army were highly respected, it's a feature of Eclenian society that has remained constant throughout history from this time.
Title: The Lore of Mithra
Post by: Elbbsas on May 30, 2017, 03:14:06 AM
Interesting! I notice that you are using Common Era and Before Common Era in this for dating. Any historical significance for using these acronyms?

In regards to the Steel Oaks -- how fast do they grow? I wonder because if they are slow, people cutting them down would probably drive them extinct fairly fast.

I like the personification of the Eclenian Empire. Plus, the name change is nice and much less confusing. The urban legends ("it is said the flowers which grow on the field once as white as snow now bloom a scarlet red") are a nice touch as well.

Good grief, Emperor Marius pulled off a lot. Now I'm wondering if he's someone's PC or if someone has been messing with the history books. Because, seriously, what was an Emperor doing messing with alchemy. Does he not have people to take care of it? How did he have the time to spare to learn it and experiment with it between ruling and leading armies and such? Is alchemy just something that people *do* in this world? Why didn't other people discover this -- who dedicated their lives to the study of alchemy? And finally, what the smeg was he doing that resulted in discovering an explosive?!

Basically, Marius is either very good at the propaganda, or he is a PC who has to do everything, and I only think that because he apparently discovered black powder.

Huh. "The Free Elven State of Madedla"? Is that just a name, or is there some sneaky casual fantasy elements in this?
The Burjionese Knights quickly charged forward to relieve their comrades going across the field, passing by a few little red flags which little did they know marked the location of hidden black powder bombs which were detonated via Elven fire mages. The ground exploded blasting horses and knights to pieces.
Casual fantasy it is. Excellent! I like the dragons and hope they aren't extinct as of "now." (Or maybe the casual fantasy showed up in previous snips and I just forgot/didn't notice).

This was fun to read, although the battles and alliances weren't my cup of tea. Now the question is how this leads into Invictus -- and I will look forward to the answer!
Title: The Lore of Mithra
Post by: Fortis Scriptor on May 30, 2017, 12:22:58 PM
Glad you enjoyed the read Elbbsas.

To answer your first question for dates thus far I'm using Earth's Gregorian calendar, but eventually I will have calendars specifically for Mithra.
In regards to the Steel Oaks -- how fast do they grow? I wonder because if they are slow, people cutting them down would probably drive them extinct fairly fast.
That's actually something I hadn't taken into consideration yet, so that'll be something for me to mull over in my skull

Marius did pull off a lot in his long life. Truth be told some of the things he's credited for are not entirely of his doing, mostly in the military campaigns to conquer Antilonica, and to liberate Soeria and Roncales. Though he took part in the planning stages of all these campaigns and led troops on the field there were other generals who won and lost various battles of various sizes throughout the war with Burjion.

The part about black powder, however, is true. Marius was born a bastard so he for what it was had more time to pursue other things while his cousins did not, he learned the trade of smithing to an extent (As his mother and grandfather were masters of it) But his true passion was in alchemy which he quite enjoyed experimenting with, but he didn't discover black powder on a whim, he found half of an ancient document containing the recipe for it, and he then experimented with the portions until he got the explosive compound correct. Of course, the stories just say he was a complete genius and did it on his own.

And yes the pointy eared princelings are in this world, I'll be doing a post on the races of Mithra relatively soon so that may answer some questions. Also yes Dragons are very much not extinct, the vast majority of them are also as intelligent as humans but I'll explain that more later.

Once again thanks for reading, glad you enjoyed it, and I hope you have a very good day.  :D
Title: The Lore of Mithra
Post by: Fortis Scriptor on May 30, 2017, 11:30:44 PM
Alright here's a post I did on another forum quite a while back on the Races of Mithra.

Please keep in mind this lore is work in progress and as such is subject to change. I also intend to redo this post to a better, higher quality.

The Races of Mithra. (Now updated)
Spoiler
While humanity is the dominant race on Mithra they certainly aren't the only ones.

There are the Elves whose natural lives can last two millennia. In the past, they stood equal to humanity ruling over strong and prosperous nations the largest of which being the Kingdom of Polletus which resided on the Western Continent of Galindia. Polletus was destroyed after a series of large-scale human revolts. which drove most of the elves of the west to seek a new home on the northern continent. Today, however, the elves are a but a shadow of their former selves. The elves of Polletus who ventured north were later invaded and enslaved by the Bothnians whom I will discuss later. The majority of the elves who still remain in Galindia live in the northeastern part of the continent in the Eclenian province of Haragladia where they live in relative peace.

The elves of the east, on the other hand, have never had their own kingdom but have instead lived side by side their human counterparts living, loving, fighting, and dying as equals.

Then there are the Dwarves the children of stone and metal, though of short stature they are usually stronger than the average human and elf. Gifted miners and smiths, nobility across the globe that can afford it take deep pride in their ownership of dwarven jewelry and will happily boast about it to their rivals. But for all their skills, intelligence, and curiosity the Dwarves are also known to be narrow-minded often writing off prototypes of revolutionary technology as unimportant, shunning those of their kin who pursue such foolish things.

Most of the Dwarves reside in the State of Rhiannon on the northern continent.

Finally, there are the Mendier. In ancient Myth Mendier are considered hybrids of humans and animals. They typically have animal features such as animal ears, tails, and sometimes claws. They have heightened senses compared to humans and have a strong connection with nature. However, they live for half or less than half the amount of time as humans.

One thing you must understand is that the Mendier are not one race, as far as we know there are three races of Mendier.

Wolfkin
Spoiler
The Wolfkin, living no longer than 45 years the Wolfkin are considered to be among the strongest intelligent creatures on Mithra. They share characteristics with wolves having wolf like ears, tails, and sharper more carnivorous type teeth. They stand at a hulking muscular average of 200cm tall with some reaching as tall as 250cm. What the Wolfkin lack, however, is a deep intellect and patience, maturing only to about the point of an irritable human teenager. Conversation with Wolfkin is juvenile at best and remember how I said that they're irritable, yes say one thing that even slightly offends them, I guarantee you won't leave that situation without at least a broken bone. Wolfkin are at their best when they're eating, fighting, hunting, or if it's the time of year, finding and screwing as many of the opposite sex as possible, that doesn't bar members of the other races I should mention, though there have only been known successful hybrids of Wolfkin with humans, and that goes for all Mendier. But due to the rather control lacking nature caused by the hormones of females in heat, Wolfkin usually go to designated places away from the rest of society just prior to the beginning of mating season to avoid any incidents.
Due to their limited intelligence Wolfkin are a bit limited in careers they can take up, most go into either unskilled physically demanding labour work or something where they can put their fighting skills to use, they make damn good shock troopers with the right teachers. 

Felesons
Spoiler
Then there are the Felesons, sharing characteristics with cats including ears, a tail and a common trait of aloofness. The longest living of all the Mendier races with an average span of 50 years with an increasing number living as long as humans. Felesons are actually known for having the highest success rate of cross-breeding with humans which helps to increase their lifespans, and because of that longer lifespan, they are also the most intelligent of the Mendier races. They often take up careers in fields such as medicine, politics, and teaching. Like the Wolfkin though the Felesons have a mating season which can be rather intense, but Felesons usually have enough self-control that they don't have to worry about committing rape in the middle of the street however that said, female Felesons especially will usually take a couple of weeks off of work.

Lepesons
Spoiler
Finally there are the Lepesons, probably the saddest of the Mendier races, the Lepesons live no longer than 30 years and share characteristics with rabbits such as ears and a tail. They're also usually very timid and submissive, oh and they practically clone themselves in a short amount of time, the length of pregnancy for a Lepeson is 3 months and a Doe will give birth to an average of 6 kits, but this is somewhat balanced out by the fact that 3 in 12 Lepeson mothers will die giving birth and usually most if not all kits will be lost as well. Lepesons are less intelligent than Wolfkin, with a mental maturity akin to a human child, they know how to feed themselves and their young, they have a deep set paternal and maternal instinct, they can mate whenever they want (much like humans) and free Lepesons will usually spawn litters based on food availability. 

However there are very few free Lepesons in the world, this is partially because they have become incredibly dependent on humans to survive, but that's not really voluntary in most of the places where you find Lepesons (The largest populations of them residing in Burjion on the continent of Galindia, Soeria also on Galindia, and all over Nan Fang and Aspya on the eastern continent.) In most of the countries, I listed Lepesons were at one point or are currently enslaved, or live in a condition that is similar to it. In Soeria, Nan Fang, and Aspya most Lepesons live in rural communities working mostly as farmers as serfs.

In Burjion they have many Lepesons live alongside the regular human serfs but the Burjionese are rather notorious because the government has state-owned mega farms which are worked solely by mass bred Lepesons, the living conditions of Lepesons in these mega farms are similar to the horror stories vegans tell you about when they try to get you to stop eating meat. Oh speaking of which, the average lifespan of a Lepeson in one of these mega farms is 25 years or less, since after a few years of being overworked Lepesons in these places are slaughtered and then butchered before the meat is sold at a discounted price to people all across Burjion. Lepesons who try to escape these places are hunted down and killed by the Burjionese Commissariat's Order Keepers who wear the ears and tails of Lepesons they've killed as trophies. If Lepesons aren't living "free" out in the rural countryside with other human serfs or in the hell of the State Mega Farms then they might be in one of the State run brood facilities where the Burjionese in times before war will mass produce Lepesons for the purpose of using them in military service. In the days before the advent of the firearms, these "troops" were purely used as meatshields or cannon fodder. armed with either nothing or a long sharpened wooden pole. After the advent of firearms, they were armed with the oldest most pile of junk firearm that was lying around and used for the same purposes. Lepesons, as I mentioned before, are very timid and if you can get them trained enough to charge in the direction of the enemy that's a pretty big accomplishment, if you can get them to use a rifle without dropping it and running away in fear that's a god damn miracle, as you can imagine the life expectancy of these "soldiers" is less than nothing should they do their job right. The best possible living condition for a Lepeson in Burjion is to be bought by a government official or local noble to be kept as a house pet, it should be noted that some of these owners partake in using their Lepesons as sex slaves, in secret of course considering it's illegal for humans to breed with Lepesons in Burjion.


There is actually one other intelligent race that lives on Mithra, that being the Dragons.
The most ancient and wise race in the world. Living for as long as 5,000 years by some accounts, today they are a rare sight as over the millenniums their population has slowly but surely decreased. Most dragons live solitary lives away from the human world. Some of them have over the centuries gone mad and been reduced to their primal instincts. Others have become great leaders and teachers to both others of their own kind and the other races. While Dragons live all over the world, the majority of them live on the southern continent of Albukana, where many live in the society of the Children of Jeddiam, and many others have been enslaved and turned to unintelligent animals by the humans of the Sarvanist State of Manat.

Finally I'd like to make a minor update to the religion post by adding the most recent religion we added.

The Children of Jeddiam more commonly known as Jeddites both worship dragons and are dragons. The Jeddites believe in Jeddiam the ancient dragon, who took in their ancestors when they were weak and hungry and treated these early humans with the same deep paternal love as he had his own children, they were treated all the same. Dragons and humans were as one. However some humans broke off from this peace, declaring the dragons inferior beings and the Jeddites disgraces to the human race leaving. These people formed the rest of humanity. Jeddiam was enraged at the humans for this, but still viewed those who stayed loyal to him and the dragons as his own, and so he told them that those who left must pay for their crimes, for they took his kindness and gave him only pain. The Loyal Children of Jeddiam then embarked on an eternal warpath against those who dared to defy him, but Jeddiam could not take seeing those whom he considered his children fight, and soon died of heartbreak. However he left behind a final wish that after he was gone that in his place one human and one dragon lead the Children of Jeddiam together.

Today the Jeddites have made peace with most of humanity, with one major exception. That being the Sarvanists. They who are descended from the first humans to leave and betray Jeddiam, the Jeddites do not even view them as human, they view them as demons who have been completely engulfed in evil, and rightfully so as the Sarvanists have enslaved dragons and driven those unfortunate enough to be born under their iron fists to the point of madness that leaves them in a state akin to horribly abused domesticated animals. 
Title: The Lore of Mithra
Post by: Elbbsas on May 31, 2017, 12:07:42 AM
Causal fantasy!!

The story of Jeddiam is pretty sad. Cool as heck, because of Lore, but sad in content. Gotta love mythology. Poor dragons under the Sarvanists. Hopefully things improve for them.

Mendier are pretty interesting, and I'm wondering how they showed up. Someone dun goofed with magic way back when? Ancient civilization had a genetics lab? (Rhetorical questions, don't answer that).

Dwarves! I hoped there were dwarves. Dwarves are cool and more boss than elves are.

So western/northern elves are isolationist while eastern elves co-exist with humans. Neat. Two thousand years seems a little too long a life.

Ah, that makes more sense for Marius. Silly stories taking all the credit. So these are written semi-in-universe?
Title: The Lore of Mithra
Post by: Fortis Scriptor on May 31, 2017, 12:51:04 AM
Well these days all the elves co-exist with humanity, the northern elves did so entirely involuntarily. The western elves for the most part also co-exist with the Eclenians though you'd be hard pressed to find an elf in Burjion, and if you did they'd probably be hanging from a tree with a brand of the Commissariat in their chest. I mean even the isolated Free Elven State of Madedla maintains an alliance with the Eclenians.

The vast majority of elves do not live to be 2,000 years old mostly due to disease and other unnatural causes of death. But to give an example of a rather long-lived elf that still stands to this day is the half-elf Lady Eleanor Aspada the daughter of Gaius Aspada, who for a long time lived in the Imperial Palace with her family, but after seeing them kill and backstab each other so much, she decided to move to Madedla to stay with her mother's kin but she is still very much alive in the 1880's.

Yes these are semi-in-universe for the sake of entertainment and to provoke questions.

Crush and I are working to put more of our own spin on both the elves and dwarves, but for now, they're rather generic.

Also when you said PC character earlier, might I ask what you meant? The only term of PC I know is Politically Correct, but I assumed you mean protagonist character.

Title: The Lore of Mithra
Post by: Crushita on May 31, 2017, 01:01:35 AM
Causal fantasy!!

The story of Jeddiam is pretty sad. Cool as heck, because of Lore, but sad in content. Gotta love mythology. Poor dragons under the Sarvanists. Hopefully things improve for them.
Jeddiam is pretty sad, but thats why I love the story! I've not done much writing for this besides hammering out the mythology itself, but his story is one of my favourite.
Mendier are pretty interesting, and I'm wondering how they showed up. Someone dun goofed with magic way back when? Ancient civilization had a genetics lab? (Rhetorical questions, don't answer that).

It might be rhetorical, but your less wrong then you think.... Don't know if Fortis will ever get into that part though, I don't know much about it myself :P

Dwarves! I hoped there were dwarves. Dwarves are cool and more boss than elves are.
Of course there are dwarves! I play dwarf fortress! I couldn't make them a sock loving hivemind though, to my disappointment :P

So western/northern elves are isolationist while eastern elves co-exist with humans. Neat. Two thousand years seems a little too long a life.
Two thousand years might seem long, then you remember Tolkiens elves live theoretically FOREVER. :P
Title: The Lore of Mithra
Post by: Elbbsas on May 31, 2017, 01:39:04 AM
The vast majority of elves do not live to be 2,000 years old mostly due to disease and other unnatural causes of death.
Thing is, life forms that have long life spans tend to breed slower. If they are dying out long beforehand, things may get messy. Unless magic = long lives, or Genetics happened. Or their kids hop out of their brains fully grown like Athena from Greek mythology. Then again, the fact that they do die from unnatural causes would offset things a lot. Nevermind then! =D
Also when you said PC character earlier, might I ask what you meant? The only term of PC I know is Politically Correct, but I assumed you mean protagonist character.
You got it pretty much correct, although I was meaning Player Character. It looked a lot like  The Main Characters Do Everything (http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/TheMainCharactersDoEverything) (TV Tropes warning).
It might be rhetorical, but your less wrong then you think.... Don't know if Fortis will ever get into that part though, I don't know much about it myself :P
Consider my interest piqued.
Two thousand years might seem long, then you remember Tolkiens elves live theoretically FOREVER. :P
They also were a dying race that didn't have any kids and didn’t hang with the pathetic lower races. I mean, they were magic and stuff.
Title: The Lore of Mithra
Post by: Gattoartico on May 31, 2017, 02:23:11 AM
Elves? Ah, the lowest of the low. Such tall, magnificent egotistical homicidal maniacs in fantasy! (But elves are fun tbh)

Dwarves? I like dwarves. They add narrative and shit *starts humming the Song of Durin* dwarves are always good.

Dragons? Dragons are honestly my favorite fantasy species to write. The might and majesty of them is captivating. For example my dragons of all variants originate in far ancient Japan (like 90,000 years ago idk) and there are the four dragon clans, Forn, Welniko, Dalgros, and Ruina Imper. Dragons are always fun to see the different interpretations of.

Wolfkin? This pleases the Wolf God. It returns merit to the 40 legions of the Dawn Wolves and the glories of the Dawn Forge. *shameless self advertising*
But in all actuality they look like a fun species to have, though I would probably be guilty of making one that somehow managed to live for an extra thousand years and is patiently waiting to unleash the gods and decimate all lower life forms. Or is also a god in its own right, I'd be guilty of that too, so meh.

But intelligent species lists are always good!
Title: The Lore of Mithra
Post by: Fortis Scriptor on May 31, 2017, 02:24:34 AM
Hello, and welcome to the second part of the history of Eclenia, today I will be quickly going over the rest of the Aspada Dynasty, then the Eclenian War of Succession in the mid 16th century Gregorian calendar. Finally I’ll quickly pass over the Second Imperial Dynasty of Eclenia, the time of the Andolo Dynasty.
 
Spoiler

Following the abdication of Marius to his son Tiberius, the Empire passed into a new era of relative peace.
 
The rule of Emperor Tiberius was mostly uneventful as well as rather short, with only two important events occurring, those being first the death of his father Marius, and near the end of his rule in 1501 Eclenian engineers finish work on a new black powder weapon known as the arquebus which will eventually turn the page to the next chapter of war itself.
 
In 1507 Tiberius died in his sleep, the crown then passed to his eldest child, his daughter Katherine.
 
Katherine’s reign would see the Empire strengthen friendly ties with many of its neighbours, including Burjion and Soeria.
 
This would come to a head when in 1511 the King of Danzia, (A country neighbouring Eclenia in the southwest,) died without an heir causing the nation to fall into chaos. Seeing an opportunity the Eclenians, Soerians, and Burjionese formed a coalition and intervened in the war in 1517 partitioning Danzia. This expanded the border of the Eclenian Province of Antilonica further west and even connected Soeria and Eclenia’s borders by land which would bring about more trade and immigration.
This war also served as the first field testing grounds for the arquebus. Which had problems but was positively received by Eclenian soldiers.
 
By 1523 the Eclenian Army fully adopts the arquebus and begins developing tactics for its use.
 
In 1542 Empress Katherine dies, her son Merrick taking the throne after her.
 
Merrick’s reign was utterly uneventful as far as world politics was concerned. This was however not due to things not occurring, it was more that Merrick simply was not interested in such things. He was by most records a rather weak ruler with a big heart. He spent much of his time working to improve the quality of life of the people and made many large donations to the clergy including the funding to build the new and very magnificent Seric of Uriel in the Capital of Fenrock which stands to this day.
 
However it was Merrick’s folly in the field of love that would nearly bring Eclenia to destruction. Merrick first married the Lady Christina, whom he loved very much, but neither Merrick, nor his wife was fertile, and as such, they could not produce an heir. They did, however, adopt a child, Edmund, who would be a good and loyal son and for many years heir apparent. But in 1545 Christina fell ill and died under mysterious circumstances.
 
Soon after in 1547, The Emperor was seen courting the lady Gretta of house Longtad, a woman two years younger than Merrick’s adopted son Edmund. Gretta was a widow, her husband dying in a hunting accident in the same year as Christina’s unfortunate death.
 
Later that year they were married, much to the disgust of almost every party but the two lovers and Gretta’s family.
 
Gretta had a son, James, from her last marriage, who Merrick took as his own son. 
 
In 1550, Merrick too would die leaving his wife Gretta as regent until a successor could be chosen.
 
The Noble families of Eclenia then began putting support behind a few possible candidates from among the emperor’s relatives to claim the throne. The considered heirs being, Edmund Aspada, the adopted son of Merrick, who saw little support from the nobility but much from the clergy, much of the general public in the Capital region, and the Knights of the Red Rose the order which Edmund was a member.
 
Then there was Scott the Third of House Fortuin The Silver Mask House, who saw support from the nobility and people of the Highlands of Northern Eclenia. They traced their lineage back to Marcus Aspada, the second son of Marius. They also were on friendly terms with the House Sotiris from Haragladia, as Scott’s brother Robert was married to Sarah Sotiris.
 
Next there was Elandor of House Sotiris, from Haragladia, tracing their line back to Sarah Aspada the fourth child of Marius. They saw support from all of the nobility and people of Haragladia, as well as much support from Northern Eclenia. In fact, as far as the general populace was concerned Elandor and Edmund were neck in neck for support throughout the Empire.
 
Finally there was Vincenzo of House Andolo, from Mercia. House Andolo, tracing their lineage back not only to Lita Aspada, the younger sister of Empress Katherine, but also to the royal family of The Kingdom of Mercia in years long past. The Andolo’s would receive almost all of their support from Mercia and Antilonica (Which are the largest havens of Auskelism in the Empire). While they were by all accounts the closest in blood relation aside from Lady Eleanor Aspada, who had refused to be considered as an heir. They were also Auskelists which made them incredibly unpopular among the majority of Eclenians who were Felbrists.
 
A year after the death of the Emperor the candidates for succession gathered in Fenrock to hear the conclusion by the Imperial Regent Gretta. She took up her spot on a podium in front of all of them and said that while going through her husband’s office she had discovered a document which claimed her son James as the rightful successor to the throne.
 
The other candidates were furious and saw this as nothing more than a blatant power grab by House Longtad.
 
Within a year Eclenia would fall into chaos. The various nobles and other groups choosing whichever candidate they supported and taking up arms in their name.
 
The Eclenian War of Succession had begun with the many different groups boiling down to three factions.
 
There was the Northern Alliance which was led by House Fortuin, and contained the supporters of Edmund Aspada, as well as the supporters of House Sotiris.
 
 To the West was the Auskelist League all in support of House Andolo.
 
And to the South, The Usurper Crowned House of Longtad and all their supporters including the Praetorian Guard and the Knights of the Imperial Retinue based out of Fenrock, who pledged their fealty to the Boy Emperor James, and the Imperial Regent Gretta.
 
 
At first, the Northern Alliance saw victory pushing the Longtads and the Andolo’s back before capturing the Capital of Fenrock in 1555 at which time they searched for the Harlot Empress Gretta but discovered she had escaped during the siege leaving her 11-year-old son Emperor James behind. He would soon be executed for being the usurper he was.
 
After the execution of the False Emperor James, the Northern Alliance now had to face their other rivals in the Auskelist League who the surviving Longtads had pledged their fealty to.
 
As it stood, the most likely next in line was House Sotiris’s candidate as Edmund and Scott the Third had fallen during the siege of Fenrock, but even Elandor was badly injured.
 
For months negotiations were held between the Andolo’s and the Northern Alliance before finally a deal was struck.
 
In 1556 to the surprise of almost everyone in the nation, George Fortuin, Scott the Third’s 4-year-old son was named successor and crowned.
 
It seemed as though peace was restored, but it would not last. Later that year on the night of the new emperor’s 5th birthday the Imperial Palace was attacked by the Praetorian Guard along with unknown assassins, almost every one of the House of Fortuin was massacred. All but the children of Robert and Sarah, who hid in the kitchen protected by their bodyguard one of only a few Praetorian Guards who did not turn coat.
 
The next day the gates of the blood-soaked Imperial Palace were decorated by the heads of the leaders of the House Fortuin, with the head of the young George at the very top of the gate with the words False Emperor carved into his forehead.
 
It was soon discovered that the attack was orchestrated by the Longtad’s and the Andolo’s
 
The Andolo’s would then place the young Lady Despina on the throne, a girl no older than 12.
 
The Sotiris’s outraged by the loss of not only their allies but of a family member would do their best to avenge this betrayal aiding the leaderless Fortuin’s in war against the Andolo’s.
 
The war would drag on for another 2 years, when Vincenzo and his daughter the child Empress Despina, were betrayed by Vincenzo’s brother Alonzo. Alonzo had been a Knight of the Realm and a Praetorian Guard, his way of life was led by honourable conduct, and the massacre of the Fortuin’s had robbed him of any respect and eventually loyalty to his brother.
 
Alonzo led a coup against his brother and niece. Resulting in the death of Vincenzo, and the exile of Despina.
 
Soon after Alonzo made peace with the Sotiris’s and offered them not only their rightful place on the throne but his very life, as his heart was full of regret for the shame and dishonour his brother had brought upon their glorious empire. However, Elandor refused stating that if anyone, Alonzo was the rightful ruler of the Empire, both by blood and by character.
 
Thus the Eclenian War of Succession, and the Time of the Child Emperors came to an end as Alonzo “The Righteous” Andolo, took the throne as the Empire’s 8th ruler.
 
And so began the era of the Andolo Dynasty, the longest era in Eclenia’s history. It would serve a time when issues of religion and economy would dominate the nation.
 
 
The first issue faced by the Andolo’s during their reign was that of religion. The House of Andolo was famously Auskelist and from the time of Alonzo to his Great Grandson the Andolo’s and the Eclenian clergy kept a mutual respect for one another, but in the early 17th century the Emperor Nikaros Andolo came into conflict with the Felbrist Clergy.
 
Nikaros was unlike his predecessors as he was a devout Auskelist, and sought to reform the Eclenian Clergy to follow his denomination. Such thinking coming from his mother who was born of Danzia, and was increased twofold by his wife who was a princess of Burjion.
 
It was, in fact, this that caused bloodshed. The Incarnate of Uriel, very much disliked the Auskelists and more specifically the incarnate of Raguel. The Head of the Eclenian Clergy often chose to vent his hatred for his rival upon the Empress who claimed Raguel as her patron attendant.
 
On one particular night during the Feast of the Martyrs, the Incarnate of Uriel in a drunken rage openly insulted the Empress calling her a whore more fit for the Temples of Pleasure led by the Chosen of Jophiel than as the Imperial Consort. Emperor Nikaros was by no means a violent man but he too had been drinking quite heavily and he would not stand by allowing the Incarnate to stain his wife’s honour. He drew his sword and warned the Incarnate that if he spew one more insult upon his wife that he would cut his tongue from his head and feed it to the dogs.
 
The Incarnate responded by drawing his sword as well and attacking the Emperor.
 
Every guard in the room raised their weapons to one another whether they be for the Emperor or the Incarnate.
 
Fortunately, the Grandmaster of the Loyal Knightly Order of Haragladia arrived with his men to break up the fight. Unfortunately, he had not arrived in time to save the Incarnate of Uriel.
 
During the scuffle, The Empress had attempted to separate her husband and the Incarnate, but the Incarnate struck the Empress across the face knocking her to the ground. This enraged the Emperor even more and with one decisive blow he struck the Incarnate down.
 
 In public, the Eclenian Clergy were furious about the incident, though they realized it was the Incarnate who had started the fight it was by no means acceptable for the Emperor to kill him.
 
In private however such a blessing couldn’t have come at a better time, with the moral high ground they could stamp out any chance for the Emperor to change Eclenia to an Auskelist nation thus securing their position of power in the empire, they also decided to make an example of the Emperor and thus make headway in converting more of the population in the west to Felbrism.
 
They demanded recompense for the blood spilt, and so they left the Emperor with two choices. Hand over his wife to the Clergy to pay for causing the death of the Incarnate, or the Emperor and all of his family must convert to Felbrism.
 
It was an impossible decision, but he chose the personal blow converting himself and his whole family to Felbrism.
 
The King of Burjion, and the Auskelist Clergy were horrified and terribly angry. The King cut off his sister from any and all communication with the rest of the family, sending a letter stating that she would also be wiped from the family tree and other such things including portraits.
 
This event caused large amounts of strain between Eclenia and the majority of its neighbors including Burjion and Soeria.
 
The Empress, overcome with grief was eventually driven to suicide.
 
Nikaros grew bitter and swore he would take revenge on the Clergy for what they did to him and his family.
 
He began by officially branding the Priests of Jerahmeel as pirates and sending the Eclenian Navy to actively fight Incarnate of Ceske (The island nation that the incarnate of Jerahmeel calls home) ships.
 
The Emperor would also make other moves to screw over the clergy in such a way that they could not retaliate.
 
The Eclenian Clergy and the Andolo Dynasty would never again be on good terms, with Andolo Emperors either being unreligious or actively in opposition to the Clergy through the grudge created during the time of Nikaros.
 
Nikaros would die in 1635 leaving his son Francis to succeed him.
 
Francis grew up dealing with the loss of his mother at the hands of the Clergy and had no love for them. He was also a gambler, a big one. Over the time of his rule, he would mostly see the ruin of Eclenia’s economy due to massive overhauls he made to the Navy and using Imperial funds as his personal piggy bank when he needed to try and pay off a debt, which in turn left the nation in rather deep debt.
 
The largest success he would see in his time would be in the Soerian-Eclenian War, which saw the Eclenian Navy battle against the Soerians in one of the largest naval battles in history. Resulting in Eclenian victory, and the destruction of the Soerian slave trade, and the passing of control of the majority of the southeastern island colonies from the Soerians to the Eclenians.
 
By the time Francis died in 1647, the nation’s economy was on the brink of collapse, which brings us to William I “The Drunk” Andolo The grandson of Nikaros. Who ruled from 1647-1672
 
 Emperor William the First was not considered a very religious man he often scoffed at the idea of curses and repercussions from breaking taboos, but all of that changed when he broke a taboo that was known to kill people. William had inherited a mess of a country and had to be creative in fixing it from day one.
 
He eventually found a gold mine in the form of the altars’ of Jerahmeel where hundreds of years worth of money and treasure had been built up. It didn’t hurt that it was also a massive screw you to the Eclenian Clergy.
 
So against the advice of every single one of his advisors he took enough treasure from the altars of Jerahmeel to pay off the country’s debts and to jumpstart the economy bringing Eclenia into a golden age of trade and overall improvement of the quality of life.
 
Shortly after this occurred William was scheduled to take a trip to Nan Fang to secure a monopoly trade agreement for muskets, but his carriage had a wheel break on the way to the port and he missed the ship. That ship then went down in a storm within a day after leaving port all hands lost. William was shaken by this ordeal but was sent overboard when he was visited by a Priest of the Seric of Jerahmeel who warned that Jerahmeel had marked him for death and to save himself from this fate he would have to avoid water at all cost. Some have said that there were other water-related incidents that had occurred previous to this meeting that convinced him that the Priest was telling him the truth.
 
From that time on William avoided water at all cost, he was given sponge baths by Feleson servant girls. (Felesons are supposedly fearful and can sense ‘dangerous’ water)  He had the fountains in the Imperial Palace blocked off and if it rained or if there even seemed to be rain clouds in the sky he wouldn’t leave the Palace.
 
He also stopped drinking water entirely and began to live off of wine and whisky He imported the best booze from around the world and became very well-versed in the art of alcohol. This led him to be very often drunk which earned him the moniker of William the Drunk.
 
As the years went on living in fear of water he eventually went mad. The final straw to prove it was when he tried to appoint his pet lion the Incarnate of Uriel which thoroughly angered the actual Incarnate and the rest of the Eclenian Clergy, though the Clergy had always disliked William.
 
He went on to rule for another 12 years taking many times off when the madness was quite prevalent. All of it would come to an end when he was one day found dead in the fountain at the centre of the Imperial Garden drowned. There was a large crack in the stone plug that kept the fountain dry for 22 years.
 
He left a legacy as a warning to not steal from the Attendants and as a saint and patron of tavern owners and those who brew alcohol.  Many taverns across the world bear his name to this day.
 
Unfortunately, Williams hard work to renew the Eclenian economy would soon be squandered again by his grandson who during the entirety of his reign repeat all of the sins of his great grandfather and none of his good deeds. He was overindulgent in and a general bastard of a man who spent more time taking part in orgies held by the Chosen of Jophiel than ruling the empire. He also showed no respect for the nobility and happily carried on with his family’s grudge against the Seric of Uriel. He didn’t even have a place in his heart for the common people who he found to be lazy and complacent. This would eventually bring an end to the Andolo Dynasty when in 1699 the nobility backed by the entirety of the empire would revolt against the Andolo’s.
 
By 1702, after the incredibly small forces of loyalist forces were defeated by the rebels. The Emperor capitulated to them being allowed to live by the mercy of his enemies, himself and his family being exiled to a small island nation south of Galindia.
 
Following the exile of the Andolo’s the victorious rebels begin working on establishing a new government under the monarchy. At first, this is dominated by the nobility who began the revolt but this is quickly quashed by a vocal minority who claim the people should have a good say in the government as well. So after months of negotiation and compromise the new government is put together under the Eclenian Constitution, now all that is left is to find what family shall ascend to the Imperial throne.
 
It is unanimously decided by the senate, clergy, and people, that the Sotiris family, claiming they rightfully should have taken the throne during the War of Succession and as such are still the rightful rulers of the Empire.
 
So in 1704 the era of the Andolo’s would officially end when Aaron Sotiris was crowned Emperor of Eclenia.
 
And so ends the second part of the History of Eclenia, next up we will be discussing the Sotiris dynasty as well as the Eclenian Civil War in detail.
 
Hope you enjoyed the post, and have a great day!.

Title: The Lore of Mithra
Post by: Fortis Scriptor on May 31, 2017, 02:30:10 AM
I looked to Tolkien and Warhammer Fantasy for the original inspiration for my elves, (But if I ever take a look at BCE in detail they start to look a lot more Tamrielic in their politics,)

Baruk Khazad! Khazad Ai Menu! *Sings song of Durin*

The Dragons in Mithra are a big mixed bag, one you come across could be equal to Merlin in a massive scalely form, and the next you come across will try to eat you because you smell like the colour purple, one of the other things I forgot to mention is that a good number of them are at this point senile...

The Wolfkin are a funny bunch, scary, but funny.  :P

Glad you liked it Gatto!

Title: The Lore of Mithra
Post by: Gattoartico on May 31, 2017, 03:24:43 AM
I love the lore of this world in its fullness. It is all beautifully developed.

So my only question for know is do the Mendier (specifically the Wolfkin) have their own gods? If not you can cannibalize an old and defunct version of my lore for Royan. Granted it's a version before Royan even became Royan.

But it consists of the Wild Gods, a pantheon of Human/animal hybrids that shift between both forms or exist half and half. I don't use them simply because the lore has evolved far beyond them. The Wild Gods though have servant species such as the Bearkyn and the Wolfkyn to act as the chosen vessels of their will.

 In my lore they were ruled by Cernunnos, the Horned God, or sometimes called the Green Man. The Wild King of the Wild Lords. Now the Wild Lords only existed for the major carnivores/herbivores, they also had their own political relations based around diet and species relations. Such fun.

Take them if you want I don't care, if you don't that's fine too. If you do take them modify them all you want, my only request is you keep the name of the Wolf God, Ze'ev Domi (Ze'ev is Hebrew for wolf while Domi is a modified version of the Latin word Dominus meaning Lord) 'aight, I'll be done self advertising tonight.
Title: The Lore of Mithra
Post by: Fortis Scriptor on May 31, 2017, 03:37:54 AM
Good question, in essence, no the Mendier do not have their own gods. However, they play a very big part in the mythologies of the various nations, the Wolfkin, in particular, have an incredible bond with the Bothnians with more than a couple Wolfkin appearing as heroes in Bothnian history.

There are also some Siglaeism based folk religions that have popped up among the Felesons in Eclenia as well.

I will consider cannibalising some of those names from your old lore for the aforementioned folk religions.

Thank you, glad you liked the new posts, not sure if you got around to the second Eclenia post as it is huge and it's rather late. But anyways hope you have a good night.

To everybody else when you get the chance I'd love to hear your thoughts on the second part in Eclenia's history.
Title: The Lore of Mithra
Post by: Gattoartico on May 31, 2017, 03:42:22 AM
I did read the second part of the history and thought it was pretty great. It makes the Eclenian Empire just that much more believable, because not everything always goes good for the Empire.

But Night y'all!
Title: The Lore of Mithra
Post by: Fortis Scriptor on June 11, 2017, 05:07:34 AM
Hello everybody and welcome to the third post on the history of Eclenia. Today we will be going over the Sotiris Dynasty.  :D

I hope you all enjoy it, and please feel free to give me feedback it really helps  8)
Spoiler

The rule of the first Sotiris Emperor, Emperor Anders, was long and slow. For he was faced with an even worse economy than Willem I, but he did so valiantly. First with gracious help from the clergy the nation’s infrastructure was completely overhauled. Then a campaign to improve housing in all of the cities of Eclenia was launched encouraging noble orders to help fund and build these new living spaces as honourable servants of the people. Finally, the Emperor began an internal cleansing of the government from top to bottom with the goal of rooting out corruption. This would lead to some violent encounters in Eclenia’s abroad holdings where local garrison commanders had abused their power to become warlords of their own little domains.
 
By the end of his 42-year reign in 1746, the project to overhaul the infrastructure of Eclenia was complete, and the other two projects were well under way. Anders would then hand the crown to his son Jyris, who would continue his father’s work as well as oversee the Eclenian Army’s first land war against a foreign entity in nearly a century when the State of Rhiannon made a push to expand their domain into the realm of Madedla.
 
The Eclenian army would stand equal with the forces of Rhiannon, for they had much respect for the Dwarves, many of them serving side by side in the expeditionary forces sent to Orliend to fight in the Eternal Aspyian-Fangese War.
 
The Eclenians, however, had the advantage from the beginning as the Elves knew their home better than anyone, and put the allied army in advantageous positions in every battle.
 
This war would also see a shockingly higher number of casualties on both sides as the flintlock muskets used were far more effective than the old matchlock arquebuses. The new innovation of the bayonet also served to make cavalry even less effective when infantry commanders had their men form makeshift pike squares with their muskets.
 
 
This would lead the Eclenian High Command to present the Emperor with a plan to completely reform and innovate the army to adjust for the modern battlefield. It was a tough decision that would slow the progress of other civil endeavours but the Emperor knew from looking at history, as well as looking at the world’s political situation that it would be worth the resources.
 
While the Eclenians had seen a series of political and economic instabilities, the Burjionese had it much worse. In truth the kingdom had never truly recovered its spirit after the humiliating defeat at the hands of the Eclenians under Marius in the 15th century, and that had only been compounded as the Soerians had taken a chunk of their southern territory, and over time other factions moved towards independence winning it at any turn of bloodshed.
 
It was this that led to the Glorious Revolution to regain Burjionese pride. Which saw the entirety of Burjion’s royal family and much of its nobility slaughtered at the hands of angry peasants and soldiers in 1759.
 
The power vacuum that followed this chaos would leave Burjion a politically splintered nation. With two factions winning out over their smaller rivals before calling a mutual agreement to hold power over their domains while keeping a united national identity. Those factions being the Auskelist Clergy where much of the populace which did not take part in the revolution turned to for guidance. And on the other was the so-called Royalist Party which was made up of the few remaining nobles, the surviving remnants of the royal army, and the rest of the revolutionary populace.
 
They were led by the new rightful “King” a man by the name of Mickael Dupont, who started out as a minor noble with a commission in the royal army, but through his clever, and brutal skills in political warfare he worked, cheated, and backstabbed his way to his new “royal” status. The last man standing more like.
 
Spurred on by their newly regained pride as a nation Dupont would lead his people, with some reluctant support from his counterpart in the Incarnate of Raguel, to take vengeance on the evil Eclenians who stole land that was rightfully Burjionese. Referring of course to Mercia and Antilonica.
 
 
So began the Burjion-Eclenian Wars. Over the course of the next 50 years, the Burjionese would launch attack after attack at the Eclenians all ending in horrible defeat for the Burjionese by standard military and political terms. But the Burjionese celebrated victory after every campaign. They cherished their fallen, claiming any who felled an Eclenian was a heroic martyr. As worthy of praise as the martyrs of the great human revolts in ancient times.
 
Just as a quick side note I’d like to make a slight tangent to discuss one of the heroes of the Burjion-Eclenian Wars. General Drystan Bernold. Drystan established himself during the beginning of the Burjion-Eclenian War, saving a unit of men that he led in one of the very few battles the Eclenian’s lost when the army he was part of was ambushed. Coming to the attention of the Emperor an ageing Jyris Sotiris, who was desperately looking for good men to leave to his son, he soon found himself leading a successful Eclenian War effort at the age of 30. He would lead the Eclenian Army through most of the Burjion-Eclenian Wars until dying of wounds he sustained in battle at the age of 70.
 
 
But the Burjionese weren’t the only ones to stir up trouble with the Eclenians at this time. The nation of Al-Uzza pressed claims on Al-Lat in 1779, causing years of diplomatic maneuvering which Eclenia barely won thanks to the great diplomat Jaron Meurig.  And on top of it all, the Bothnians made a great deal of effort to raid Eclenian shipping throughout the century.
 
 
By the time the Imperial crown passed to Emperor Roucil Sotiris in 1794, the Burjion-Eclenian Wars would be near their end as the near constant stream of sending soldiers into the Eclenian meatgrinder had taken a massive toll on the Burjionese. In 1811 the Incarnate of Raguel, Ferrhon put his foot down with the Royalist Party and signed a peace treaty with the Eclenians.
 
After the treaty of Redris (The Regional Capital of Mercia) in 1811, the Eclenians would see 20 years of relative peace, the only conflicts being small engagements in the colonies, the continuous fight to end Bothnian, and Ceske (Priests of Jerahmeel) piracy (As pointless an endeavor that was the Navy was very proud of their pet project…) and the expeditionary forces in the eternal Fangese-Aspyian War.
 
The Eclenians during this time would finish the projects put in place by Emperor Anders and Jyris, as well as see the beginnings of the rise of the Merchant Party of Eclenia who over the course of the 19th century CE would build a massive following among the common populace of Eclenia, as well as among some of the Sotiris family, but were openly opposed by the long entrenched Nobility.
 
In 1830 the Elcenians would take part in the Yapian War in Nan Fang. The Yapian War is an incredibly complex conflict but to bluntly simplify it. The Yapian War was a rebellion in eastern Nan Fang by nationalist rebels of the once sovereign nation known as Azuma. The war gains its name from the drug which was circulated through Nan Fang previous to and into the rebellion, by the Azuman rebels. The Eclenians became involved in the conflict because an Eclenian diplomat was killed when the Azumans assassinated the crowned prince of Nan Fang, the diplomat was also a member of the Eclenian Imperial family. The Eclenians would send a massive (By Eclenian standards) military force to Nan Fang to aid their ally and take honourable vengeance on the Azuman rebels.
 
This brings us to the most well-known part of Eclenia’s involvement in the war, that being the Sakura No Numa incident. Sakura No Numa or the Swamp of Cherry Trees was the most important religious site for the Azumans, it also served as a massive stronghold for the Azuman rebels. The Fangese were well aware of this, so when an allied brigade was dispatched to pacify the region the Fangese commander was more than happy to give the Eclenian regiment assigned to the brigade the honour of taking the vanguard.
 
The 51st Eclenian Fusilier Regiment, from Legio XXIV, II Corps (Based out of Antilonica) Eclenian Army marched into the fog of the Sakura No Numa, One thousand men entered. Three weeks later one hundred and fifty men, only six of them officers would come out. Among them a nineteen-year-old lieutenant by the name of Titus Greene. A man who would spend most of his career haunted by the memories of Sakura No Numa, but he would prove himself one of the greatest heroes in Eclenian history decades later, but that is a story for later.
 
They had been ambushed by a highly skilled, and highly agitated enemy who were by all historical accounts the eastern mirror image of Eclenia. The regiment was massacred.
 
In response to this serious offence, the Eclenians dispatched a special unit of Elven Fire Mages, some veterans of Marius’s campaigns to Sakura No Numa. Their orders were simple, burn every last inch of the swamp. The Elves carried out the order with extreme prejudice taking vengeance for their fallen brothers and sisters.
 
There is one detail of this act of righteous revenge that is never mentioned, that being that many of the Eclenian soldiers of the 51st who escaped protested the burning of Sakura No Numa because it wasn’t a staging area for militants, it was, in fact, the hiding place for their families. There were an estimated fifty-five thousand civilians taking refuge in the swamp.
 
The Legatus of Legio XXIV, General Nefiron Gordis, ordered the Elves to carry out their orders anyway, he was so blinded by the shame and anger at the loss of one of his most decorated regiments he didn’t care about the civilian cost, branding them as militants by association, and thus equally guilty of killing his men.
 
It is said that if you walk the charred remains of Sakura No Numa you can still hear the screams of the dead on the wind.
 
Those screams were for sure carved into the souls of the survivors of the 51st who looked on in horror as their commander ignored their protests and burned the swamp to ashes. Those same men were branded as cowards and enemy sympathisers, something very rarely branded on Eclenian soldiers as typically their philosophy was to treat enemy prisoners and civilians as you would your own people. But General Gordis made sure to forever shame the men of the so-called ‘fearful fifty-first’. Of the one hundred and fifty who survived the slaughter, at least thirty wouldn’t return from the campaign many committing suicide to redeem themselves for causing the death of innocence, or bringing shame on their empire and regiment.
 
Eventually, the Empress Elaine caught wind of Gordis’s horrendous crimes. She demanded that he be punished for what he had done, but the Senate thought it wise to keep it out of the public eye as they had dealt with more than enough shame already with the nearly destroyed regiment. So the Empress would order the Praetorian Guard to carry out the punishment on Gordis, quietly. They would reassign him to garrison duty in Al-Lat, and within a week of his arrival at his post, he would be found dead in his office his loyalty knife stuck deep in his chest. The word ‘justice’ written in blood on his desk.
 
The survivors of the 51st regiment would be shipped home and honoured by the Empress for their heroic sacrifices (Though the damage to their reputations was set in stone, they were all for the rest of their careers known as cowards.). Lieutenant Greene, would present the Empress with a gift of a cherry tree sapling which he had taken from Sakura No Numa shortly after the ambush. The Empress accepted the gift wholeheartedly, giving her daughter the Princess Dephena the honour of planting it in the Palace Garden (Which she maintained,) where it stands to this day, the last of the cherry trees of Sakura No Numa.
 
The war would leave mixed feelings among the Eclenian populace who wondered if honour was worth the lives of so many soldiers in what was, without doubt, a foreign war.
 
In 1853 the Merchant Party of Eclenia gained a majority in the Province of Mercia and began pursuing the goal of getting a voice in the Senate of Eclenia, which was by the constitution a position only someone of noble birth could hold. This outdated practice was the one thing keeping the nobility of Eclenia truly relevant, as the Merchant class was quickly dominating them in almost all other areas of influence. A great deal of some of the most powerful nobles in Eclenia were, in fact, indebted to some of the rich Merchant moneylenders. The fight was slow and hard, as the Eclenian nobility blocked any road to a change in the law that they could.
 
In 1868 Maria Sotiris would take the throne of Eclenia, giving the Merchants an incredibly powerful friend as she had been in support of their movement to change the law since she was a girl. In 1869 she would go before the Senate to discuss this very topic but would find herself yelled into submission by the majority of senators who were already having enough trouble as it was. They were very lucky Maria was such a patient and forgiving person, she was indeed a poster child of Eclenian virtues. Though she was often called Marius reincarnated, if Marius had received the tongue thrashing from the senators that Maria had in the same disrespectful manner they had put it on her. They would have found themselves quickly lacking heads on their shoulders.
 
After this event, the Merchants realised it would take something very big to sway the opinion of enough senators to change the law. A trial by fire, and in 1874 the chance to prove themselves came when the Sarvanists invaded Al-Lat with a force five times the size of the one Marius faced after arriving in Al-Lat four hundred years before.
 
The Eclenian Third Corps of Mercia was next in the rotation to be assigned to the front, and when the recruitment drive went out for the war, supporters of the Merchant Party turned out in the tens of thousands.
 
It would indeed be the Mercians who would make up the majority of Eclenian mainland forces during the third Sarvan-Eclenian War. 
 
The Imperial Army shipped out with for the first time in over a century an Emperor directly in command. This was also the largest deployment of Eclenian forces since the time of Marius. With large elements of the First Corps Commanded by Empress Maria and the Imperial Consort her husband General Abil Rekard at that time in command of the Knights of the Imperial Retinue. The other elements included the Haragladian Legion, The Imperial Mages of the Arcane College of Darengi, and three of the Praetorian Guard Legions.
 
Then There was the entire land force of the Eclenian Marine Corps.
 
The Al-Lation, and Jeddite Legions of the Fifth Corps, and of course the entire Eclenian Third Corps, led by Aster Bernold the descendant of the great hero Drystan Bernold.
There were many other units involved in the war, but these are the largest.
 
(I’ll now list off some of the smaller but still important units to take part in the war. From Eclenia) The Knights of the Red Rose, The Knights of the Tomb of Remiel, The Merchant Party Auxiliaries,  and the Brakian Legion of the Fifth Corps.
 
There were also forces from outside Eclenia, including a regiment of the Strennoran Guard Alpine Jaegers, The Dwarven Boar Lancers from Rhiannon, and the Fangese Foreign Aid Force which was a brigade of some of Nan Fang’s most veteran soldiers sent to aid Nan Fang’s allies should they call for it.
 
The Eclenian main army made landfall four months after the Sarvanists began their invasion, which the Al-Lation elements of the Fifth Corps had made a heroic, but failing operation to hold back. By modern record it is said the Sarvanist army during the third war numbered somewhere in the tens of millions, all clad in weapons and equipment that would have been top of the line in Marius’s time.

It would take two years to push the Sarvanists back to Manat. During which time soldiers of the Third Corps distinguished themselves in every engagement. They also bore the most casualties refusing to retreat during even the most desperate of battles. One particular example is the siege of Fort Bernold, in which after exhausting all of their ammunition the 40th Mercian Grenadiers, and the attached unit of Merchant Party Auxiliaries sallied out of the fort and charged the Sarvanist attackers, fighting in a melee engagement which lasted two whole days. At the end of it, the Eclenians stood triumphant, with twenty percent of their original force remaining.
 
After the last Sarvanist force was beaten in the late summer of 1876, the Empress Maria and her generals met in a war council like they had on many occasions over the past two years and discussed their next course of action. This meeting would see Maria live up to her ancestor, and decide to launch an invasion of Manat with the goal of eliminating the ever-present danger to the world that was the Sarvanist State of Manat.
 
The Army marched across the same desert trail the Imperial Army of Marius had done four hundred years before. They met the Sarvanists in the same desert canyon, this time though taking heavy losses beating the Sarvanists more outright. And then they met the Sarvanists again at the outskirt city where the Crowned Prince Gaius had fallen. This battle would last for two weeks as the city had tripled in size since the first invasion and the Sarvanists had not been able to evacuate it.
 
The Eclenians would again triumph over the Sarvanists and push further into Manat. Eventually being met in a frontline war which spanned more than a hundred miles and saw the Sarvanists make a hard stop on the Eclenian advance throwing millions of men into battle grinding down the Eclenian Army.
 
During one of these battles, the Imperial Consort would give his life defending the Empress, an action which had a similar effect on Empress Maria, that the death of Prince Gaius had on Marius. But Maria didn’t wait two weeks without speaking to let out her plan to fight to the bitter end. The day after her husband’s death. She said to her generals that she would not stop until all of Manat was ground into the sand under the heels of Eclenian boots.
 
The war would go on until 1879, once again fought to a bloody draw, which neither side would claim as anything other than victory. Though in Maria’s heart she saw it as a bitter defeat.
 
For the Merchants however it seemed victory was near, they had distinguished themselves to the level of the Haragladians and most of the talked about heroes and victories from the war sat on the shoulders of the Third Corps, and the Merchants.
 
This war would set the stage for an era of great change, a time when old would clash with new in a bloody brawl, The time of my main story, the Eclenian Civil War.
 
I hope you enjoyed part three of Eclenia’s history, covering most of the Sotiris Dynasty. Next up will be the last part of the Eclenian history series where I’ll be covering the Eclenian Civil War, which is the backdrop of my story.

Title: The Lore of Mithra
Post by: Fortis Scriptor on June 17, 2017, 05:03:57 AM
Hey guys just leaving a reminder that there's a new part of the Eclenian history lore, it seems to have been buried under other posts. I'd love to hear your thoughts on it and expect a new piece of lore to be released before the fourth and final part of the Eclenian history series. I'll also be taking the Eclenian history down and replacing it with better-edited versions since my mentor read it and found the writing quality terrible. Which I'll admit to.


Anyways, I hope you have a good day and thank you again for taking an interest in the lore of my universe.
Title: The Lore of Mithra
Post by: Fortis Scriptor on June 17, 2017, 05:38:41 PM
Hey everybody and welcome to the next instalment of lore from Mithra, today I'm going to discuss the Haragladians.

I hope you enjoy, and please feel free to leave some thoughts and feedback it really helps.  8)
Spoiler

Something that I realise about my little (That’s cute) series on Eclenian history, is that I haven’t covered one of the coolest, and badass groups that swear their fealty to the Eclenian Imperial Crown. Those being the Haragladians. “But wait!” You say, “you’ve mentioned the Haragladians a lot!” Yes, yes I have, but let me finish. You see the term Haragladian, can be used in more than one context. On the one hand, anyone who lives in Haragladia (especially before it became part of the Eclenian Empire) can be called a Haragladian, technically.
 
However, the other context is to describe someone who is of the Haragladian ethnicity. So now you’re probably wondering, “Okay why weren’t they covered in the race post. Well, The reason why is because the Haragladians are at first and second glance human. Now technically all of the races on Mithra share a common ancestry (To an extent) to the point that any intelligent race can crossbreed with humans. And any non-Mendier race can breed with any other non-Mendier race. The Haragladian ethnicity are in sort of a grey area, on the outside they have the same features as a human. It’s on the inside where things get a little funky.
 
First off, ethnic Haragladians live much longer than humans, living upwards of four hundred years. (Keep in mind that’s an extreme.) Most ethnic Haragladians live between a hundred and fifty, to two hundred and fifty years. (Should they die of old age, which is rare.) Now you’re probably wondering, “How by Ukonusko’s hairy ballsack, did that happen?” Well, that is still a topic of popular debate, but the most popular theories involve a lot of cross breeding between humans and elves.
The true question is how said crossbreeding occurred. Something that is still known as fact is that the elves even in the days of the Kingdom of Polletus, who inhabited the region now known as Haragladia were far more friendly to humans than many of their compatriots. The human populace in the region was treated by far the best by Polletun standards. So the most popular, and happy theory is that when the great human revolts occurred many of the elves surrendered to the humans with little resistance, or they abandoned the region in favour of retreating to the great Darengi forest to the north. This theory is backed up by the way humans and elves still live together in Haragladia, as well as passed down tales of how things occurred from very old elves.
 
The other theory, however, is based out of a Polletun document which was discovered in the library of the Arcane College of Darengi. It was a letter from the governor of the province now known as Haragladia, to the Headmaster of the College. Which detailed a project to eliminate humanity not by whittling down their numbers through controlled slave populaces. But by crossbreeding elves with humans until there was nothing but a new elf/human hybrid race. With a hopeful dominance of elven heritage of course.
 
The third theory is related to the previous one as it is based out of the same document.
 
You see the translation of the document is sketchy as it is written in ancient Polletun in the noble dialect, which unfortunately no living person speaks or reads fluently today. On the one hand, the document reads something along the lines of what I spoke of before but, it is up to debate on what the Lord meant. It is clear that he wanted to cross humans of his region with elves. But the main thing that he’s pitching is what’s unclear. The first option I already spoke to you about. The other is that he intended to breed a specific warrior race for use the armies of Polettus.
 
Whichever version of the theory propped up by this document you support what is clear is that the Governor went ahead with his plan within his province and created the early form of the Haragladians. Though the human revolts occurred and the project could never be completed.
 
But now that you know how the Haragladians came to be let’s learn a bit more about them.
 
Haragladians are typically on the taller side for humans, with men being about 182cm tall in the modern day. The thing that makes them really stand out, however, is their burgundy coloured hair, and silver eyes, (A nod to their elven heritage.)
 
The Haragladians have upheld a warrior tradition for a very long time going at least back to the old Haragladian Empire, though depending on what you believe it may have been wired from their very inception.
 
They’re a hardy people, who have been known to be able to live in the worst conditions possible and still survive with a good level of strength. What they are most well known for however is their eyesight. Ethnic Haragladians can see as well at night as the average Joe can see during the day, if not better. A feature which the Felesons have bragged about for centuries, but Felesons do not possess the same strength or previously mentioned hardy nature that Haragladians do.
 
But the warrior prowess of the Haragladians has, unfortunately, lead them to become a sort of dying breed of human. This is due to a multitude of factors but to list them out. First of all, there is a chance that even a child conceived by two Haragladians won’t inherit the traits of their parents, this wasn’t as common in times before the second invasion of Haragladia by Burjion, but I’ll get to that in a bit. Next, Haragladian women have an unusually high rate of miscarriage, something which boggles doctors to this day. Some go so far as to say Haragladians have a higher chance of being infertile on either gender, but I personally don’t believe so. There’s also the problem that many Haragladians just don’t even try to have children or they get killed before having any. This has been one of the biggest problems in recent times, that and because of how tight-knit the Haragladians are, most see each other as brothers and sisters, and have relationships very similar to that dynamic which doesn’t promote romantic relations, as such many Haragladians marry outside of their ethnicity, which plummets the chance of inheritance to a one in a hundred births.
 
Finally, I’ll get to what truly doomed the Haragladian ethnic group. That, of course, is the various invasions of the Kingdom of Haragladia by the Empire of Burjion. More specifically to what we’re discussing is the Second Invasion. Up until that point in time, the dominant ethnic group in Haragladia was Haragladian, most people you came across were burgundy-haired, silver-eyed, Haragladians. But there were also minorities of regular humans of various groups, mostly from Eclenia in the south.
 
While the Eclenians had a geographic defense against the Burjionese, the Haragladians had to take them on toe-to-toe in open combat, where they were physically better, and they had a long military tradition. The invasions, however, were doing a number on Haragladia’s populace, the last nail in the coffin for their race being when the last ethnically Haragladian King issued a proclamation that all ethnic Haragladians must serve at least one decade in the Royal Army. It was illegal for them to take up any other profession until they had served their ten years. This was in response to massive troop losses in the early stages of the second invasion. This war, and proclamation by the crown devastated the Haragladians so badly that to keep their country intact they took in waves of mass immigration from neighbouring nations. Luckily the Eclenians were facing a near overpopulation which served well to repopulate Haragladia, but the Haragladian ethnic group would go into an ever shrinking minority.
 
When the invasion was over, the few ethnic Haragladians who remained had little interest in returning to the civilian lives of the previous generation, and as such the Haragladian race became a fully military breed of humanity, as the vast majority of Haragladians born were in military families.
 
By the 1880 Census of the Eclenian Empire, the number of ethnic Haragladians numbered no more than 80,000 persons. 93 percent of which are currently or have served in the Eclenian armed forces. By current trends, it is estimated that the Haragladian race will cease to exist by the mid 21st century gregorian calendar.
 
I will end by saying this, while the Haragladians may disappear from the world, they will never be forgotten.

Title: The Lore of Mithra
Post by: Gattoartico on June 17, 2017, 06:08:11 PM
I'm a bit late this time around.

The Dynasty post is great, really captures quality of rulers and history of a nation.

The Haragladian post is interesting indeed. Personally I'd say the reason for such low birth rates is an incompatibility within the genome leading to a decrease in successful births.

Haragladian history just seems pretty great in of itself though.
Title: The Lore of Mithra
Post by: Elbbsas on June 21, 2017, 09:41:07 PM
Sorry for the delay; exams and essays are "fun." (I kid, they actually are fun, but very time consuming and stressful). I've been deliberately not clicking on anything in The Halls Of Art And Writing so I don't end up missing anything. Anyway, now that my exams (almost) are done, I have time to chill and read for fun. (Well no, I don't, but my last exam is philosophy and I've good notes on it and it is next week, so I can afford to chill for a day).

Fortis_Scriptor: Eclenia History part 2
Hello, and welcome to the second part of the history of Eclenia, today I will be quickly going over the rest of the Aspada Dynasty, then the Eclenian War of Succession in the mid 16th century Gregorian calendar. Finally I’ll quickly pass over the Second Imperial Dynasty of Eclenia, the time of the Andolo Dynasty.
Heh, I can see that Marius was revered a ton more than these later Emperors and Empresses. Being the First does that, I suppose. You weren't lying when you said "quickly."

Tiberius: Well, it's nice to see that Eclenia had a break. I had no idea what an "arquebus" was, and now that I have informed myself I am mildly concerned. Hook guns are always helpful, I suppose.

Katherine: Ayyyye! Katherine is spelt correctly! Whoo!
Though, with this line: "This war also served as the first field testing grounds for the arquebus. Which had problems but was positively received by Eclenian soldiers." A better way to phrase that may be "This war also served as the first field testing grounds for the arquebus. It had problems but was positively received by Eclenian soldiers."
The "which" makes the sentence not work if read on its own, and for a "historical" piece it's good to have every individual sentence work (since some people (like me) will want to skim through). It really isn't important since this is just outlining and history, but good to keep in mind. (Plus it's a style choice to use sentence fragments and such -- it just felt weird to see this type of thing).

Merrick: Dat five-second-foreshadowing. =D So the moral of his story is "if you can't have baby, don't be ruler or you'll mess up the line of succession."

Gretta/James/War of Succession: Heh. All that effort to line up and then Gretta steals the thunder. I approve of this chaos. I'm surprised it took a year or so for things to kick off. Though, I suppose it takes time for factions to form. And it happened in such clean cardinal direction divisions!

George: I'm sure that the rule of a five-year-old will last! Also, I do appreciate how the murders began on his birthday -- that is lovely. Small suggestion, maybe put "False Emperor" in quotation marks? Y'know, they be quotes, so ya quote 'em. =D

Despina: I'm guessing that another title for this era could be "The Reign of the Child Kings." I'd say "Emperor," but "Child-King" sounds more dramatic. At least this one was only banished. There is no fridge-horror here. Nope. None at all. *reads further* Oh, I see the Eclenian historians already saw the "Child-Emperor" thing. Well... fine.

Alonzo: "Alonzo led a coup against his brother and niece. Resulting in the death of Vincenzo, and the exile of Despina." Once again, this is a sentence fragment. You have a tiny habit of these in these historical things, I've noticed. I'm assuming that these are your own notes? From personal experience, my syntax takes a dive when I'm outlining/engaging in colloquial speech, so I'm going to stop pointing these out and assume these are things you are already aware of.
Alonzo seems like a good guy. A shame that there is absolutely a historical bias present here, but I'll freely choose to believe that Alonzo was a good man.

Nikaros: Never touch religion with a ten-foot-pole. This passage only reinforces that moral. I am highly amused by the "screw over" slipped into this passage.

Francis: Wow, this is the reign of the Do Not Do These Things. First poking religion, next gambling? Hoo boy. Now, is he a gambler in games or a gambler as in "If we invest in the navy, there is a chance that things will improve for us"? I mean, it sure paid off in the Soerian-Eclenian War.

William: Aaaaaand continuing the theme of No Bad Do Not Do, we have an alcoholic. They called him "The Drunk"? Ouch. I do like how his reign ended. Talk about irony! And, talk about an emperor with a moral!
I wonder, is the "in universe" writer of this piece biased against the Andolo Dynasty, or are those in this time just bigger in personality? Or did more records of this time survive the ages? Or did more writings of those who disapproved of these emperors survive?

The Final Andolo: Wait, what was his name? Did I miss it, or was is stricken from the history books?

Man, I feel bad for Alonzo. His descendants did not age well in the history books.

The Dragons in Mithra are a big mixed bag, one you come across could be equal to Merlin in a massive scalely form, and the next you come across will try to eat you because you smell like the colour purple, one of the other things I forgot to mention is that a good number of them are at this point senile...
Pffft. I honestly laughed aloud when I read that. Senile dragons! That is amazing.

Fortis_Scriptor: Sotiris Dynasty
Hello everybody and welcome to the third post on the history of Eclenia. Today we will be going over the Sotiris Dynasty.  :D
Anders: This stinks of historical bias. "Oh look, the previous emperor was an awful person, but here I am fixing everything!" Judging by the legacy of the previous emperor, you'd be hard-pressed to do worse than him and anyone would end up looking golden. 

Jyris: Ah yes, guns = more death. Are these the type of gun that need complicated reloading, or do they auto-reload by this point? *knows nothing about guns.* I think I like this emperor purely because of how he was "looking for good men to leave to his son." That's nice.
Speaking of nice, it's nice to see the elves and such pop up again. Question: would you treat Humans as a proper noun? You do so for Dwarves and Elves, and I am curious.

Roucil: Ok, I admit that I'm skimming the warfare by this point. Battles aren't my thing. I will commend your ability to keep track of all the nations in this world, because good grief. It's good to see that Anders and Jyris's efforts towards bettering Eclenia were not spent in vain (yet. I'm writing as I read--

--Wait. I should not skim these things. Oh wow, I have been reading for a while. I'll stop here at Roucil Sotiris and keep going tomorrow.

Like I said in the spoilers -- your capacity to track everything is impressive. You have a small habit of using sentence fragments in these, but as these are information only it isn't something to be all to concerned about. The slips of casual language made me chuckle.

Good work. o7

Title: The Lore of Mithra
Post by: Fortis Scriptor on July 21, 2017, 03:57:34 PM
Hello and welcome to the fourth and final part of the Eclenian History series today we will be discussing the Eclenian Civil War which sets the stage for my main story, I hope you all enjoy the following lore and that you all have a great day  8)

PS I would like to mention the majority of the post gives a detailed summary of the first battle of the Eclenian Civil War to show you the general feeling and tone that the war would have through its entirety.  ;)

Spoiler

After the return of the army in late 1879 Emperor Maria once again went before the senate and requested the law be changed to allow those not of noble birth to hold the position of senator. This time it was brought to a vote, and in the spring of 1880 ahead of schedule the Senate held the vote knowing that not everyone could attend. (Especially supporters of the change). The vote didn’t pass by three votes.

The Merchants were outraged by the sly tactic and pleaded for a revote, which the Senate avoided and put off again and again.

In 1882 protests began all around Mercia demanding the Senate hold a revote or leave the decision to the Emperor.

During this time anti-noble sentiment stirred throughout Eclenia, the largest concentration being in Mercia where there had (Before the rise of the Merchants) been a very large amount of oppressive noble families which did some rather nasty things to keep power and wealth.

In the dawn of the new year in 1883, a massive protest in Redris occurred. The crowd was so large that the local order of Knights, The Watchers of Redris, came in to try and maintain order, however, they did so armed; This caused an escalation in fear and aggression in the crowd, the Merchants responding by bringing out armed MPA (Merchant Party Auxiliaries) to protect the people and try to keep things orderly. This tension and many armed citizens led to one trigger pull which would ignite a powder keg. A shot was fired and a civilian lay dead. Things descended into chaos from there. Within two months the situation deteriorated into full Civil War, when the Merchant Party, backed by the Eclenian Third Army Corps, founded the Merchant Republic of Eclenia based in Mercia. Their goal, to liberate Eclenia from the oppression of the entrenched nobility, who were holding Eclenia back. Some of the most radical among the Merchants even sought to remove the Emperor from power. But surprisingly the vast majority still saw the Emperor as their sovereign and thought they were not only liberating the people from the iron grip of the nobles but the Emperor as well.

The Emperor, however, while she sympathised with the Merchants could not allow them to achieve their goals by overthrowing the government and spilling the blood of their fellow Eclenians.

The forces of the Second Corps at this time under what was supposed to be the temporary command of General Titus Greene were ordered to find, aggravate, and destroy the rebel army bringing the war to a swift end. Greene was furious when he heard his orders. He had kept track of the Sarvanist War and had heard of the many exploits of the Heroic Third Corps, he sent a telegram to the Emperor asking her if she knew what his orders were. She replied by telling Greene she knew exactly what he was being ordered to do, and that she had total faith in him, within the envelope of the letter she sent were red rose petals a symbol of Eclenian resolve, and a memorial to the blood of the fallen.

Greene knew that there was no choice, this was a battle he had to fight if he tucked his tail and ran the honour and legitimacy of the Eclenian cause would be but a distant memory. Greene would martial as many troops as he could but out of the 500,000 men in the Second Corps, only two legion brigades managed to answer the call in a combat effective state.

Seeing how few regular soldiers had reported for duty in time, one of General Greene’s staff officers Major Artorius Uthred, who was also a Knight of the Red Rose sent word to the local chapter and mustered as many knights and Rose Order Auxiliaries as he could.

100 Rose Lancers and 2,500 Rose Order Auxiliary Infantry answered the call.

At the time Greene’s Army left their encampment on April 27th, 1883, it contained a total of roughly 32,600 men.

24,500 infantry
2,100 cavalry
6,000 artillery (16 guns)/engineers/other noncombatants

The army contained the following units.
First Legion Brigade
Legio IX ‘Victrix Constans’
Legio V ‘Jyris’
Legio XXIV ‘Saevus’

Second Legion Brigade
Legio XLII ‘Antilonica’
Legio XV ‘Fortis Fidelis’
Legio XX ‘Anders Certa Pia’

Red Rose Auxiliaries.
First Antilonica, Auxiliary Infantry
Second Antilonica, Auxiliary Light Infantry
Sir Uthred’s Lancer Company.


General Greene’s Army of Northern Antilonica marched north to seek out the Merchant Army, for they’d heard the few units of the Third Corps which had remained loyal to the crown were now besieged at their garrison posts.

They moved to the fort of Aloclia where they engaged a force of MPA driving them off from their siege positions relieving the garrison.

Short on Staff Officers, General Greene promoted the Captain in command of Fort Aloclia, Rowen Iyra to Major, and Major Uthred to Lieutenant Colonel, as he was in command of the Rose Order’s column.

Major Iyra left his subordinate in charge of the garrison and ordered them to burn any supplies they could not carry, and the fort itself to the ground, before retreating to the heartlands to regroup.

The army continued forward, marching along Jura Road towards the city of Belchor with the intention of drawing out the Merchant Army.

On the scorching hot morning of May 12 1883, Scouts from the Ninth Legion reported massive enemy movement north-west of their position.

The first battle of the Eclenian Civil War was about to commence.

General Greene ordered the whole army to battle order. The Merchant’s were coming and he needed to deploy his forces quickly. The Ninth, who was at the head of the column deployed skirmishers at the base of the row of hills (Now known as Uthred’s Heights) on the western side of the road, providing cover for the rest of the army.

The Battle of Uthred’s Heights.

The 68th Imperial Dragoons of the Ninth Legion was the first to engage the enemy when their patrols ran into MPA skirmishers. The Dragoons forced the MPA troops to fall back closely pursuing the retreating forces with zeal. It was exactly what the enemy wanted, the over eager cavalry was drawn into the light forest and found themselves ambushed by a regiment sized force of MPA Infantry. The 68th took heavy casualties losing their Colonel and two Captains, soon chaos erupted throughout the encircled Dragoons. It seemed that every dragoon would be slaughtered, but then a junior centurion by the name of Conwyn Jodoc rallied his troopers and led a charge attempting a breakout. They succeeded, taking even more losses, but the regiment had made it out with enough men to remain combat effective and they still had their colours in their possession. The remaining troops of the 68th fell back to the heights to report what they’d run into.

By the time they returned (At noon) the First Legion Brigade and Rose Order Auxiliaries were fully deployed along the heights with the Fifteenth Legion of the Second Brigade deployed on the extreme right in the low woods and onto the road.

At the peak of the heights, 10 of the army’s 16 guns were lined up, with the remaining light horse guns deployed on the extreme right with the fifteenth defending Jura Road.

Soon MPA Line Infantry had started moving in formation to engage the Ninth Legion which was stretched across the whole front.

Both sides were trained in line of battle tactics which proved deadlier than ever as both sides were mostly armed with the standard issue Grigor-Banes breech-loading rifles, though some regiments on both sides were armed with late Banes’ Company rifled muskets.

The Grigor-Banes has an effective range of 500 yards and a maximum range of 2,100 yards.  Engagement distances during the Battle of Uthred’s Heights averaged 100 to 250 yards.

The Hardened MPA troops were ferocious fighters with units taking 60 to 80 percent casualties before breaking ranks and retreating.

The soldiers of the Ninth Legion were virgins of battle but well trained nonetheless. They held firm providing enough time for the forces up the heights to dig in.

More and more MPA forces emerged from the forests onto the field in front of the heights, a legion sized force at least. These tightly packed formations were met with the full force of the Loyalist heavy cannons atop the hills.

At 14:00 hours, the pressure on the paper thin line of the Ninth Legion became too great forcing them to fall back. Some units with good order, others in a disorganised panic.

On the extreme left around a place called Sefin’s Farm, one unit of the Ninth having been cut off from communication did not retreat. The 37th Antilonican Rifle Regiment, and what remained of the 68th Dragoons held a defensive position garrisoning the farm buildings and a stone wall. The Merchants hadn’t committed many forces to the farm complex and those that had were completely routed by the elite Sharpshooters of the 37th.

At 16:30 hours, the rearguard units of MPA troops were committed to the fight in a massive flanking manoeuvre striking the Loyalist extreme right on Jura Road. 

The MPA force known as the Shield of Mercia was a force of 38,000 men, the vast majority of it infantry with only 100 cavalry, and roughly 3,000 other troops including noncombatants and a total of 50 trained artillery gunners manning 6 24 pounder howitzers. They were commanded by Sarvan War Veteran, the retired General Victor Larfton, nicknamed Zadkiel’s Finest for his unwavering stubbornness in battle.

The force that struck the Fifteenth Legion on the Jura Road was 6,000 men strong including two grenadier regiments who along with their standard infantry equipment had dynamite and other throwing explosive devices.

The assault struck two concentrated points on the right flank, the first charge came through the woods. The Merchant troops yelled and screamed at the top of their lungs as they sprinted through the thick brush. The Loyalist line infantry confused and scared by the poor visibility and chaos of battle panicked when the MPA Grenadiers hurled bombs at the line. The first bomb exploded in the very centre of the 49th Antilonican Fusilier Regiment’s line killing the Colonel and both flag bearers. The 49th subordinate officers young and inexperienced gave whatever orders they saw fit to their men driving the formation into complete disarray. Two Companies, directed by Captain Gelirn Wheadon, rushed to the Colours and retrieved them before trying to reorganise the line. He found the Lieutenant Colonel Willem Hepmann badly wounded having lost an arm. Hepmann officially gave command over to Wheadon before standing using his one arm to grasp the Regimental Colours. The rest of the regiment was in full route. The MPA pressed their advantage flooding the wound in the Eclenian line with as many troops as they could. There’s only so much two companies of wavering infantry can do against 3,000 veteran enemy troops.

The Legate of the Fifteenth legion, Brigadier General Kelar Syon prepared to move troops to plug the enemy breakthrough when the other enemy assault began striking right down Jura Road.

This enemy assault did not go as well when 4 light guns opened fire with canister shot, followed by the well-directed volley fire of the 45th Antilonica Fusilier Regiment.

General Syon sent her aide, Second Lieutenant Garret Jyrison to send for reinforcements.

In the woods things had devolved into a bloody melee, small groups of troops of the 49th led by Junior Officers rallied together and fired volleys at point blank range, before getting wiped out by bombs, bullets, and bayonets.

Most of the remnants of the 49th centred around Captain Wheadon and the Colours who held a fragile circle, Lieutenant Colonel Hepmann was killed by an enemy Sharpshooter, his body fell on the flag nearly knocking it to the ground.

Lieutenant Jyrison returned with troops from the Twentieth Legion. A full regiment of Line Infantry rushed into the woods pushing the MPA troops out from behind the Loyalist line, but bloody melee fighting continued.

Meanwhile, at the centre, the MPA Infantry pressed up the heights attacking the entrenched forces of the Fifth, and Twenty Fourth Legions. Loyalist Officers ordered their men to hold fire until the last possible moment. The MPA Infantry got within 50 yards before eating volleys.

The Merchants, in turn, brought up their 24 pounders within minimum range, hiding guns and gunners in the midst of infantry formations. When the artillery teams reached their desired positions, the infantry that was covering them charged at full tilt forward, drawing fire long enough for the gunners to load and fire before taking cover.

At 16:50 hours, General Larfton dispatched all of his cavalry with a fresh Light Infantry regiment as well as mixed Line infantry to go around the right (The Loyalist left) flank and hit the heights from the rear, attacking whatever baggage, and reserve forces were there.

As the MPA flanking force moved into position, they to their complete surprise began receiving fire from Sefin’s Farm.

The 37th Rifles, and the 68th Dragoons at this point about 600 men strong, had for hours remained in their defensive position, having never received their orders to retreat with the rest of the Ninth Legion, and with the heavy smoke caused by the battle they had no idea what was going on to their right. The Loyalist troops had not remained idle during their long respite from the action, they had dug well into the walled Farmstead, they used wagons and hay bales to make it possible to shoot over the walls, Sharpshooters were posted at every window, and the rest of the soldiers just found whatever crevice they could shoot through, many climbing onto the rooftops of the barn, stables, and main house.

The commanding officer of the MPA troops sent on this flanking manoeuvre was Colonel Colyn Stroffer, with Commissar Aeric Prelin in tow. Neither of them knew that the position in front of them was cut off and even if they did, they couldn’t move past to continue their objective until it was dealt with.

So at 17:45 hours, Colonel Stroffer ordered his 1,800 men to assault the Farmstead.

The forces in Sefin’s Farm, commanded by Colonel Rhys Luwen (Commander of the 37th) and Acting Captain Conwyn Jodoc (In Command of the remnants of the 68th) knew that they couldn’t hold their position forever as they had already expended close to if not a little more than half of their ammunition in the earlier engagement.

The two officers both agreed however that they could be an obstacle and annoyance to the enemy from their strategic position, and so they beckoned the enemy to charge.

A sharpshooter of the 37th, Corporal Jyris Freeman shot Commissar Prelin from off his horse killing him. The enraged Merchant Light Infantry (Prelin was their commanding officer,) charged ahead of the mixed Line Infantry, they were riddled with fire being forced back to the Line Infantry.

Next, the combined infantry force pushed up to the stone wall outside the fortified farm where a close range firefight began.

Colonel Stroffer urged his men to press forward from his horse, quickly drawing the attention of a sharpshooter who shot his horse out from under him. Before the Colonel could even get up from his dead horse another shot hit the Colonel in the arm. His men told him to retreat to a safer position but Stroffer refused and continued to lead his men at the wall.

Soon, the volume of fire from Sefin’s Farm began to wane as men were killed, and ammunition ran lower.

At 18:50 hours, Stroffer ordered his men to fix bayonets and charge the farm. They leapt over the bullet battered stone wall and with a ferocious yell, hurled themselves at the walls.

The first two attacks were repulsed as they couldn’t break down the large wooden doors to the courtyard. Upon the third, however, at 19:20 hours, a dismounted Merchant cavalryman finally hacked through the door’s bar. Stroffer and his men flooded into the courtyard, they were met by Captain Jodoc’s few remaining dismounted cavalry who stormed into the fray swords in hand.

During the ensuing melee, Colonel Stroffer was once again wounded, taking a bayonet to the leg. His men rushed to protect him and pulled him out of the fight.

Taking advantage of the enemy’s moment of weakness, and using everything they had, the Loyalists defending Sefin’s farm pushed the Merchants back out of the courtyard closing the doors and heaping whatever they could in front of it.

Stroffer furiously screamed at his subordinate officers saying, “We’ve almost got them beat damn it! Don’t let up the attack! Give them Remiel’s fury!” They were his last words.

Inside Sefin’s Farm, things weren’t looking much better for the Loyalists, they were almost completely out of ammunition with the few remaining rounds being given over to the Sharpshooters, who used them well. Colonel Luwen was dead, Captain Jodoc was wounded, and as it stood a few more than half of their men were dead or wounded.

Knowing their position was hopeless, Captain Jodoc prepared a small barrel of gunpowder to be used to blow out the back wall of the barn providing an escape route.

Jodoc and the other remaining officers organised their men, they needed at least a handful of men to stay behind and hold the line while the rest of the defenders retreated. Many of the wounded, too badly hurt to retreat fast enough, or at all volunteered, they were joined by three Sharpshooters and a couple other volunteers.

Stroffer’s highest ranking subordinate Major Frei Jossin, ordered the remaining troops to recommence the attack. The exhausted Merchant troops smashed open the door and broke through the barricade clashing with the few remaining defenders in the courtyard. At the moment the melee re-commenced there was a loud explosion as the gunpowder was detonated. The majority of the defenders left, the wounded first poured out of the newly created door pulling back towards the road and the heights.

Out of the 1,000 men of the 37th Antilonica Rifle Regiment, only 360 survived the battle the rest were killed or captured They lost their Colonel, Major, 6 Captains, and 11 Lieutenants. Out of the 1,000 men of the 68th Imperial Dragoons, only 182 of them survived the battle the rest were killed or captured, they lost Their Colonel, Lieutenant Colonel, 8 Captains, and 17 Lieutenants. Out of the 600 men who took part in the main engagement at Sefin’s Farm, only 119 escaped, the rest were killed.

The Merchant flanking force didn’t fare much better, out of 1,800 men, they took 400 killed and more than 600 wounded. Among the dead were Colonel Stroffer, Commissar Prelin, and at least a dozen more officers from the various units. By the time Sefin’s Farm was captured at 20:20 hours their force was under the command of Major Jossin who was wounded and was by all accounts no longer combat effective.

During the three and a half hour struggle for Sefin’s Farm, the fighting across the rest of the line began to peter out with the last shots being fired at about 20:30 on the Loyalist extreme right in the woods.

The Merchant forces pulled back to their encampment five kilometres from Uthred’s Heights.

The first day of the battle proved to be a bloody stalemate. The Merchants had failed to remove the Loyalist troops from the heights.

During the night after the first day of battle, the Loyalists gathered the dead and wounded taking tallies. The field hospitals were overfilled to the brim, with only 32 surgeons supplemented by other support staff, things were so bad by some accounts that some officers had to wait hours before getting proper treatment.

The Loyalist casualties were terrible, with the Ninth Legion facing upwards of 70 percent losses, the Fifteenth took about 20 percent losses, the Twenty Fourth took a little more than 16 percent, and the Fifth Legion lost about 11 percent.

The battle proved most devastating on the Officer Corps particularly due to the Merchant’s use of their artillery in the first engagements bringing the guns up to point blank, the gunners targeting the Colours.

One regiment in the Twenty Fourth Legion, the 52nd Antilonica Fusiliers, lost every officer in its ranks down to the last lieutenant who died on the operating table in the late evening.

The Army of Northern Antilonica lost so many senior officers on the first day, out of the 30 regimental colonels, only 14 lived through the first day (10 were in the reserve and didn’t engage in the fight)

Total casualties on the first day of battle for the Loyalists were as follows.

Ninth Legion, 1,200 killed, 2,300 wounded

Fifth Legion, 127 killed, 440 wounded

Fifteenth Legion, 600 killed, 1,600 wounded

Twenty Fourth Legion, 500 killed, 1,900 wounded

Twenty Second Legion, 160 killed, 400 wounded

 Total                           2,487 killed, 6,640 wounded

The Merchants too had lost thousands of men, though records were not as well kept, out of the roughly 38,000 men of the MPA forces under General Larfton it is estimated that they took upwards of 5,500 killed, and another 10,000 wounded, losing nearly half of their fighting force.


Luckily for Larfton, at 22:00 hours on the first day, the vanguard of the First Legion Brigade Eclenian Third Corps arrived at their encampment, under Brigadier General Bran Cadwel. His 15,000 men were the head of a 65,000 man column which continued to arrive through the night and into the morning of the second day.

Around the same time, General Cadwel arrived at Larfton’s HQ, General Greene and his staff met to assess the situation, and decide what to do next.

While they had done serious damage to the enemy forces they had engaged, Greene’s forces had taken a good beating as well. It concurred among all of the senior staff as well as battlefield commanders that without reinforcements there wasn’t enough strength or morale to make a push for Belchor. The matter of reinforcements was the real question on the Loyalists’ minds, they weren’t sure if entire legions from the Second were playing catch up, the word had been sent by telegram to both Antilonica and the Heartlands that Greene’s forces were on the Jura Road on their way to Belchor with request for more Second Corps troops to meet him there.

Some officers in Greene’s staff argued that the chance of reinforcements wasn’t enough to continue on for, and as such, they should retreat to preserve the army; officers holding that opinion were a very small vocal minority, however.

Most of Greene’s staff were still determined to carry on the fight, even if there wasn’t a chance that they could reach Belchor, it was sure that they could kill as many enemy troops as possible weakening the Merchant’s military strength.

Greene made a compromise, the army would hold their defensive position for another day to both deal the enemy more damage, as well as wait to see if reinforcements were on the way.

The decision was acceptable to both sides of the argument leaving them at ease.

Something which is well documented among the ranks of both armies engaged at Uthred’s heights before the battle and then updated after the first day is that both sides were not expecting the other to fight wholeheartedly. The Loyalists thought that with a bit of force the Merchants would lay down their weapons and order could be restored. The Merchants, in turn, thought the Loyalists would see what the Merchant’s cause was righteous and that they would perhaps even switch sides and aid them in overthrowing the oppressive nobles in the senate. Upon the intense bloodbath, their opinions quickly changed.

The tone of most accounts on the subject is almost heartbroken. Major Jossin following the fight at Sefin’s Farm standing in the middle of the body strewn courtyard said to a Colour Sergeant, “I have a terrible premonition that this war will last for years to come."

General Greene too was quoted as saying to his staff, “It is clear to me now that this crimson fire of war will burn bright until it consumes all of the old breed like us. Only then will peace be possible.” By old breed, of course, he is referring to the old Eclenian Army professionals.

On the morning of the second day upon taking position at their defences on the heights were greeted by a terrible sight in the hour before dawn, as they observed thousands more campfires in the wood past the battlefield. By that moment every soldier in the Loyalist force knew that their situation was hopeless. In my honest opinion, they knew their situation was hopeless even before then, but I think even the most naive lads who had been in reserve the whole first day realised this fact.

The Merchants began the day by rolling out their artillery, combining the 4 remaining MPA heavy guns the Third Corps batteries brought that number up to 25 guns lined up at the edge of the forest.

At 06:30 hours the fighting recommenced as the Merchant artillery opened fire lobbing heavy explosive and solid shot at the heights. The first defensive line that on the first day was made up of the Twenty Fourth Legion, and the Fifth Legion, was now made up of the Twenty Fourth, and the Forty Second which had been in reserve on the first day. The Ninth (Which had taken the Vanguard) was completely rotated out and was stationed as a rearguard on Jura Road, while the Fifth was moved to the second line of defence.

The Loyalist guns responded blasting away at the unprotected batteries.

At 08:30 hours the Merchant bombardment ceased as the infantry emerged, Eclenian regulars of the Third Corps, flanked by MPA troops marched out in a line that spanned the entire Loyalist defensive line.

The Loyalist guns pounded the infantry formations all the way across the field, but it didn’t make much difference. The enemy lines were in some places more than a dozen men deep, it was clear that General Larfton wanted to end the fight in one bloody swing. General Greene was determined to make it a hard day, and the Imperial Engineers of the Fifth Legion had done well to aid their commander in his endeavour.

The defensive lines on the Heights were heavily dug in providing excellent cover for the Loyalist troops. At the very front about halfway up the heights was as I mentioned before the Twenty Fourth and Forty Second Legions, the second line maybe a hundred yards further up was defended by the Fifth and half of the Twenty Second, finally just in front of the peak of the Heights was the Red Rose Auxiliaries as well as the Artillery Guard Regiments of the Forty Second Legion, and the Combat Engineers of the Fifth Legion. At the very peak of the Heights were the Loyalist guns and their crews.

On the right flank on the Jura Road was what remained of the Fifteenth Legion, and the other half of the Twenty Second Legion, and in the reserve was the wreckage of the Ninth Legion who held defensive positions around the field hospital and supplies.

At 09:00 hours the Merchant Infantry got within rifle range, around this moment there was a lull in the artillery fire, which is recorded by almost every single source I’ve read. What’s more is the dozens of accounts of Loyalist soldiers officers especially hesitating to give the orders to fire, unlike the MPA officers who were from the previous generation of academy graduates, the officers of the Third Corps Regulars were for the most part classmates of the officers among the Loyalists, some accounts record the officers as having tears visibly rolling down their cheeks as they gave the order to fire. Hundreds if not thousands were cut down in the opening volleys, bodies rolled down the heights and piled up at the base, but never once was the order to retreat given. The Merchants pushed up the Heights shoving their fallen comrades out of the way, picking up the colours if they fell and never faltering in their advance.
The first Eclenian line tried to hold, but they simply couldn’t fire enough bullets fast enough to stop the Merchant advance. The thin Loyalist line was overwhelmed by thousands of Merchant soldiers who showed no mercy or remorse in the brutal hand to hand fighting in the trench where bodies once again piled high. The Legate of the Twenty Fourth Legion, General Jaap Appelo, realised his position was hopeless but instead of retreating, he sent a runner back to the second line with a message for his friend and former rival General Aeron Emerens Legate of the Fifth Legion and commander of the second defensive line, the message was this, “Open fire and show the Merchants the fire of Remiel, friendly fire be damned.”

General Emerens at first refused but the messenger had been prepared for that very situation by General Appelo and gave General Emerens a personal message from Appelo. To this day I don’t know what that message was as General Appelo would die not an hour after this message was sent, and General Emerens refused to tell me what it was.

Whatever that message was though it worked, General Emerens ordered his men to fire into the first defensive line. They poured volley after volley down on the line, this on top of the Loyalist troops in the first line’s refusal to retreat fighting to the near last man slowed down the Merchant advance for three straight hours.

Around 13:45 the Merchants advanced past the first line and by 14:20 they reached the second line in hand to hand fighting. The fighting here proved to be even more lethal for the Merchant Forces as the speciality of the Fifth Legion was its discipline with the bayonet.

On the right flank of the Loyalist lines, the forces of the Fifteenth and the other half of the Twenty Second fought in another deadly bloodbath in the woods against the lightest of the Merchant attacks. The battle there would last most of the day until around 16:00 hours when the brush caught fire and spread lighting the whole wood ablaze forcing both sides to retreat from the battle.

Around that same time, the Second Defensive line was given the order to retreat by General Greene, the retreat was, for the most part, a disorganised mess but the forces under General Emeren managed to survive falling back to the rearguard positions with the Ninth.

Following the retreat of General Emeren’s forces, there was a lull in the fighting as the Merchants took some time to recover having fought for eight straight hours without stopping. At the same time Lieutenant Colonel Uthred prepared for what would become one the most iconic moments in the early Eclenian Civil War, he gathered his Knights and the riders of the 12th Antilonica Carabiner Regiment and lined up at the peak of the Heights. The Carabiners’ armour shined in the red light of the setting sun. From what I’ve heard and read from first-hand accounts of the battle is that the exhausted and badly bloodied troops of the Merchant forces took one look at the heavily armed and armoured cavalry and some just dropped their weapons and stood there, others dropped to their knees and prayed, and most of the others braced themselves for what was to come.

At 17:30 hours the Bugler of the 12th sounded the charge and 1,100 cavalrymen and horses thundered down the Heights. Cheers erupted from the third and final Loyalist Defensive line where the artillery gunners were rolling the guns down to the trenches aiming straight down at the Merchant lines, loading canister shot ready for when the next assault would come.

Uthred’s charge smashed into the Merchant forces like a hammer hitting glass. They pushed the Merchants back to the first defensive line before they were finally halted by a wall of bayonets. The heroic cavalrymen provided much needed time for the majority of Loyalist forces, now behind the heights, to rally. The Charge would prove the brave Cavalry's end as the Merchants brought the riders down from their horses and returned the slaughter. Those who survived retreated back to the third line of defence where they took position along their infantry compatriots. General Greene prepared to stand by his men and lead the last line himself, but a blood covered Lieutenant Colonel Uthred arrived back at the line in time to stop the General. One record from General Greene’s Aide puts their conversation somewhere along the lines of Uthred observing what a beautiful day it was, and that if Greene was going to die in the field it would be holding the last line of Eclenia’s defence, and this certainly wasn’t Eclenia’s last line of defence. I’m paraphrasing of course because records vary on Uthred’s exact words.

General Greene reluctantly agreed and pulled back to organise a retreat while Uthred would lead a rearguard action.

At 19:40 hours the Merchants rallied their strength and charged back up the hill, the final fight for Uthred’s Heights began. The Merchants soon found themselves under the worst hail of lead they’d experience the whole day when every Loyalist heavy gun on top of the hill blasted down at them with canister shot. As they got closer reaching a hundred yards the Infantry opened fire. The front of the Merchant lines was torn to shreds with some records saying men in the front ranks would be hit so many times that there was nothing left but a pile of steaming red flesh and bone. Eventually, through the very fires of Remiel those brave and heroic Merchant boys reached the final line and gave them the bayonet, they were met by the equally brave Soldiers of the Red Rose, as well as some volunteers from the Loyalist Artillery, both gunners and guard. It is described even to this day as being one of the bloodiest melee fights in the entire Civil War, and that is saying something. Records show Loyalist soldiers fighting with supernatural strength and determination, taking multiple bullets and bayonet wounds and still trying to stick the enemy with their bayonet or bash their brains in with a rock. I read one report from a Merchant Officer who took part in the cleanup of the battlefield; He said that he could easily tell the difference between the regular Loyalist defenders and the Red Rose troops as the Red Rose troopers were the most drenched in blood and had more fatal wounds to them than most of the other bodies combined.

The few thousand men of the Loyalist rearguard would buy the rest of the army four hours before finally the last of them were cut down. Not one soldier of the rearguard was captured, they fought to the very last man.

Upon cresting the Heights the Merchants found the skeletal remains of the Loyalist camp and field hospital lanterns still burning. General Larfton was particularly angry that the Loyalist army which he had been so eager to destroy had slipped through his fingers all because of the Knights of the Red Rose, who he would hold a well-known hatred for through the rest of the war. The Merchant Regular Commanders, couldn’t help but be impressed that General Greene had managed to evacuate his army in a matter of only four hours with a heavy load of wounded in tow.

The battle was declared a Merchant Victory and began the panicked retreat of all Loyalist Forces to the Heartland passes.

Though by the number of dead Eclenian boys I would call it a defeat for all involved.

By the end of the second day, the Merchant forces suffered 8,600 killed, and more than 25,000 wounded. In total out of the total 103,000 Merchant soldiers at the Battle of Uthred’s Heights, a little more than 14,100 were killed, and more than 35,000 were wounded.

The Loyalists in turn also took absolutely terrible losses, on the second day taking the following casualties.

Twenty Fourth Legion (2,600 engaged on day two) 930 killed, 1,400 wounded

Forty Second Legion(5,000 engaged on day two) 1,150 killed, 2,000 wounded

Fifth Legion (4,433 engaged on day two) 679 killed, 1,650 wounded

Twenty Second Legion (4,440 engaged on day two) 1,890 killed, 2,260 wounded

Fifteenth Legion (2,800 engaged on day two) 767 killed, 1250 wounded

Knightly Order of the Red Rose (2,600 engaged on day two) 2,581 killed, 19 wounded (7 Knights, 12 Auxiliary Infantry)

Total                                                                   7,997 killed,  8,579 wounded.


In total during the battle of Uthred’s Heights the Loyalist Army suffered, 10,484 killed, 15,219 wounded.

Once again the Loyalist Officer Corps proved to take some of the worst hits, out of the 14 Colonels who lived through the first day 6 of them made it out of day two, only 1 of them unhurt. Out of the 6 Legates of the Army only 2 of them made it out alive, out of lower Officers the Centurion (Or Junior Corps) especially, casualties were disproportionately bad, leaving entire companies under the command of hastily promoted serjeants. Among the glorious dead of the Loyalist Officer Corps was Major Uthred who while sources differ is said to have died holding onto the Imperial Standard before being stabbed and shot to death by more than a dozen MRE soldiers. During the retreat from the battle General Greene’s army had more wounded than healthy soldiers, out of the 32,600 soldiers who marched out on this campaign, only 27,516 of them survived, and out of those only 12,297 were in fighting condition.

And so the Battle of Uthred’s Heights ended; News soon spread of the defeat, Emperor Maria would send out the order for all Loyalist forces in the west to fall back to the Western Heartland pass, and for forces in the north to send forces to the northern pass. This along with the aforementioned news of the defeat of Greene’s army caused the now infamous panicked retreat to the western pass. During this time the Second Corps lost even more of its strength when thirty percent of the entire Corps mutinied and decided to stay and defend their garrisons from the Merchants. Those that didn’t mutiny led their forces and civilians on a desperate run for the pass as the Merchant army though bloodied swept into Antilonica seeking vengeance. The Provincial Capital fell in days, and the whole province was conquered in weeks with only a handful of strongholds of Loyalist forces remaining on the outskirts.

During the disorganised retreat to the pass, the Second Corps would lose half of its total fighting force. Some died on the rearguard actions to buy time for their comrades and civilians, and the previously mentioned thirty percent refused to abandon Antilonica holding their garrisons as long as possible.

The Fourth Corps was far luckier in sending their forces to the passes, as the Merchant Army was occupied conquering Antilonica. The Fourth Corps devoted seventy-five percent of its forces to the northern pass and used the remaining quarter to strategically garrison the Capital of Haragladia, as well as the hugely important industrial centres. They would also organise a force to meet the Merchants head on, and this force wasn’t quite as lucky as General Greene’s with the entire army being destroyed.

The fighting in these first months was defined by brutal old school tactics like those used at the battle of Uthred’s Heights which proved absolutely deadly.

By the summer of 1883, the Eclenian Loyalist forces had ground the MRE advance to a halt at the two major passes into the Heartlands, in the north and west. The war had devolved into trench warfare, much like what had been developing in Orliend in the Eternal Fangese-Aspyian War.

Now before I continue I must address something, it is a question asked by the vast majority of people who weren’t around during the war. That question being, “Why wasn’t the Fifth Corps brought in,”

And to answer that question in my next post I’ll go over the organisation of the Eclenian Army as a whole and some other details, but for the sake of time basically the Eclenian Fifth Corps, the largest and most combat experienced Corps aside from the Third, was and still is the Colonial Corps, and at this time and through the first part of the war it was seen as a mainland affair and as such the Fifth Corps didn’t belong on those battlefields. People often ask why the Emperor who was the Commander and Chief of all Eclenian Armed Forces would let such a petty BS reason like that fly, well this is somewhat because she agreed with that sentiment but it had more to do with other outside problems which the Fifth Corps could handle while the mainlanders dealt with their internal strife.

Now back on track. The War had as I previously mentioned devolved into trench warfare, something which would prove deadly to the old guard of the Eclenian army used to honourable open warfare, fortunately for the MRE they also had the MPA in the early days who had no qualms with the dirty tactics needed to gain a few meters of ground at a time.

By 1884 the vast majority of the MRE’s Hero Corps, the old Eclenian Third Corps had been so badly reduced in numbers that they were pulled entirely off the front lines and placed in the honorary role of guarding Redris, replacing the oppressor Watchers of Redris, many of whom were imprisoned, and those who refused to give up their title as knights were executed.

Indeed one of the things that began to emerge in 1884 was the beginnings of the MRE’s crusade to purge Eclenia of nobility, with the birth of the MRE Commissariat, who would gain notoriety through many actions throughout the war, such things I will discuss later.

With the exodus of the Hero Corps from the frontline of the war the MRE’s army changed as well, the hardened veterans of the Sarvanist War were replaced by Party fanatics (and eventually large numbers of mercenaries), something which sent waves of deja-vu through the minds of any Loyalist Officer versed in history.

The Loyalist army began to change as well, first the early waves of volunteers from the Heartlands who joined in 1883 were still being trained to the same standards of pre-war Eclenia and as such didn’t get rotated into action until mid 1884, so when the vastly depleted Second and Fourth Corps were in need of replacement they were supplemented at first by Auxiliaries of the Knightly Orders, the level of training and discipline among these forces proved to vary greatly.

And once the volunteers were sent into action they were subjected to the horrors of a war they were not trained to fight, casualties proved devastating at every engagement.

The Western Front was bloody enough as it was with ground moving but a few meters with every offensive on either side.

The North, however, proved to be more successful for the Loyalists through most of the war but at a far higher cost. General Grant Hadley, would take command of the Fourth Corps after his superior and the former commander of the Fourth stayed behind to defend the Capital of Haragladia. Hadley was an ambitious man who would accept nothing but victory and had little patience for defence, which still makes me wonder why he was placed in command of the forces sent to defend the north. In the early stages of the war he launched a counterattack on the MRE forces, he lost ten thousand men doing it, two entire legions whittled to nothing in a matter of two weeks, but victory was achieved. This made Hadley even more arrogant than he already was, and solidified his lust for attacking the enemy. His preferred method of doing so being full frontal assaults with massed infantry. Something which I speculate he picked up in Orliend.

The Northern Front was not only a war in the trenches, as I said before a quarter of the Fourth Corps, stayed behind to defend Haragladia. Unlike the mutinous forces of the Second Corps, however, the Fourth did so in an organised fashion, every unit in the beginning at least was in communication with one another, and there were contingency plans put in place for each garrison. The objective of these forces was to hold the capital city of Felmoor, as well as the two major industrial centres of Bayfare, and Ilmarn and the Fourth did very well to harass supply lines and reinforcements on their way to the northern front. It was bloody and messy for the MRE forces, and made the Fourth Corps very good as they helped mould more modern infantry tactics, at least those behind the lines, those under Hadley learned very little but to show no value for their lives.

The War dragged on in a bloody stalemate for years, during that time many great and terrible battles were fought, and within both sides, things began to change. On the Loyalist side, the war proved to be rather unpopular among the common people from the very beginning and the pool of recruits dried up very quickly once the horror stories of the western front reached the ears of the people. The Merchant side saw an increasingly more brutal policy on nobility under the guise of the Commissariat, they would put the brutal noble recompense program which would earn horrendous infamy starting in 1885. The program was designed to punish nobles for the oppressive damage they and their ancestors caused to the common folk of Eclenia. It was in truth a thinly veiled method of acquiring noble’s wealth and possessions, and unleashing pent up hatred against them in the form of rape and murder.

 In the late summer of 1886, a massive offensive would finally break the fragile Eclenian Western Front. For three months the war turned into a series of holding and delaying actions to protect the civilians and soldiers who were running for their lives from the oncoming Merchant horde. During one of the first of these desperate holding actions, General Greene would heroically give his life leading the last line of defence.

Eventually, the fight reached the Capital of Fenrock where after two weeks the Emperor gave the order for all Loyalist forces to withdraw from the Heartlands and regroup in the colonial province of Al-Lat. Emperor Maria would stay behind and lead the rearguard action with the Knights of the Imperial Retinue and the Praetorian Guard Legions.

During the heat of the battle of Fenrock one company of Imperial Fusiliers led by Captain Thomas Karlton were secretly dispatched to escort the Crowned Princess Koralia to the sea, but they were pursued by Merchant Forces. Karlton and his company would make the ultimate sacrifice and stay behind to delay the enemy giving Koralia a chance to escape. They would succeed buying Koralia more than enough time to get to the overwhelmed southern coast on a ship bound for Al-Lat.

Karlton’s men would last five days in their makeshift redoubt which they named Fort Invictus eventually being wiped out to the last man. It was the last official battle of the first phase of the Eclenian Civil War, and at the time was hailed as the Republic’s final victory before the end of the war, how very wrong they were.

This war would set the stage for a Princess who had no interest in ruling the Eclenian Empire to go on a journey that would forge her into one of Eclenia’s greatest and most tragic leaders. But that is a story to be told later, it is a tale far too long and full of great details for me to summarise here.

I hope you’ve all enjoyed the History of Eclenia up to the end of the first act of my main story (Though most of the said first act isn’t really relevant to a broad history and thus hasn’t been mentioned) I will be moving on to other lore of Mithra to share with you all, as well as continuing to work on the story itself. I would finally just like to thank you all for reading, and give just as big of thanks to those who took the time out of their day to respond and leave their thoughts and comments I really appreciate it and  I look forward to hearing your response to this part as well as just in general in the future. Once again thank you, and I hope you all have an awesome day!  :wave:


Title: The Lore of Mithra
Post by: Crushita on August 07, 2017, 04:11:56 AM
Any comments from @Gattoartico @Elbbsas ? We'd love to hear your opinion :D
Title: The Lore of Mithra
Post by: Elbbsas on August 07, 2017, 08:30:26 AM
...
So it looks like I deleted my bookmark to this page by mistake.

Sotiris Dynasty:
As I said at the end of my previous post, battles really aren't my thing... so I can't really give any meaningful comentary. I'm enjoying these, but I don't have anything to say. So, I'm going to skip over the numbers and battles. (Plus I want to catch up).

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It is said that if you walk the charred remains of Sakura No Numa you can still hear the screams of the dead on the wind.

Yesssss little bits of urban legends! Urban legends are the best, especially ones that make people double take as they walk. Ok, I had a proper reason for isolating this line, and that is because you isolated the line! It's isolated, adding that little pow of impact that the empty space around it allows. It's just nice to see this kinda stuff in historical outlining.

The earlier line of "The regiment was massacred" would also have been cool to do that to. It'll artifically give a moment of silence, and stuff like that is fun. I also appreciate the small note of how Empress Maria's army was mirroring history, and later how it mirrored Marius's loss. Layers within layers, patterns within patterns.

Haragladians:
I deeply, deeply appreciate how there are different theories up for debate for the Haragladians origins. It's a shame they might die off though.

As an aside, I think I've mentioned this before but you've quite a few run on sentences and sentence fragments. And again, I'll mention how this is an outline so it really isn't important. =D

Eclenian Civil War:
Say, is there anything in particular you're using as inspiration for these battle and war plottings? Or is it "all of human history"? I ask because again -- you are pretty dang good at keeping track of everything and making it seem like actual history.

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This war would set the stage for a Princess who had no interest in ruling the Eclenian Empire to go on a journey that would forge her into one of Eclenia’s greatest and most tragic leaders. But that is a story to be told later, it is a tale far too long and full of great details for me to summarise here.
I see what you did there. XD I'm certainly looking forward to all these great details and tragedies!
Title: The Lore of Mithra
Post by: Fortis Scriptor on August 07, 2017, 05:11:59 PM
Elbbsas, first I'd just like to say, thank you once again for the response it is much appreciated.

On your comments about the Sotiris Dynasty:

That's no problem, the battles themselves aren't the most important part really, it's their effect and the people they build up or tear down that are. *cough cough* Titus Greene *cough cough*  ;)

Yeah urban legends and such are certainly missing from a lot of fantasy universes, unless it has to do directly with the plot.

I considered doing that with the 'regiment was massacred' line, but I decided against it.

Oh yes, the wars against the Sarvanists always seem to make history repeat itself for the Eclenians.

On the Haragladians:

I'm glad you do.

"It's a shame they might die off though" yeah, but such are the times, luckily they live longer than your average human (assuming they don't get killed) so perhaps science will catch up in time to save them.

On the Eclenian Civil War:

Well, uh it would for all intents and purposes be "all of human history"

The battle of Uthred's Heights takes some inspirations though, for instance the battle for Sefin's Farm is inspired by La Haye Sainte at the battle of Waterloo, and the fight in the woods, was very roughly inspired by The Hornet's Nest from the battle of Shiloh in the American Civil War. And the central battle for the Heights could, although I wasn't really thinking of it at the time be related to the battle of Bunker Hill in the American War of Independence.

Yes, good segue I know  :P Now I really need to light a fire under my ass and get to finishing my outline for the first act and getting to the second. (I should mention those might be separated into a book per act, I'm just not finalizing anything yet.)

Anyways thanks again for responding, I hope you have a great day, and there may be more to come from this thread soon.  :D
Title: The Lore of Mithra
Post by: Crushita on August 07, 2017, 07:18:19 PM
Since I've noticed he's done some worldbuilding himself I wonder if @Daeron Targaryen would be interested in this?
Title: The Lore of Mithra
Post by: Gattoartico on August 10, 2017, 08:55:36 PM
Oh look, I'm behind.

I'm like a decent bit behind on you guys So I'm just going to say thanks for mentioning me Crush and I'll catch up in like three days once the program is over.
Title: The Lore of Mithra
Post by: Fortis Scriptor on September 08, 2017, 10:57:36 AM
Attention Wintreath brethren, new lore incoming soon be on the lookout!  8)
Title: The Lore of Mithra
Post by: Fortis Scriptor on September 09, 2017, 03:45:34 AM
Hello everyone and welcome to the new ‘season’ so to speak of Mithran History and Lore, today and for the near future we will be moving a bit further north up the continent of Galindia to Eclenia’s northern neighbor the rather young nation known as Strennora.

Spoiler
Brought into the world soaked in the blood and ashes of rebellion with a sword clutched in her mouth and a musket in her hand the Kingdom of Strennora is today one of the most powerful nations in the world with hands down the best conventional navy prowling the seas across the globe. I do plan full well to go into good detail on Strennoran History, but to set the tone for what you’re going to be seeing a lot of, going from 1883, in the 118 years Strennora has been a country, it has had a grand total of 58 years of peace, with the longest being a period of 34 years. It has taken part in a total of 13 wars including being an official part of the Eternal Fangese-Aspyian War as of 1859. Out of those 13 wars it has won 12 of them, and the 13th is still being fought, though don’t get me wrong there have been a couple of close calls as you will discover.

Now before we jump into the history, I’ll start you off with some basic information. The Kingdom of Strennora lies on the northern half of the continent of Galindia, it has a cool temperate climate, though things begin to get a bit more harsh when you reach its northernmost provinces. Strennora’s economy is rather diverse with some similarities to it’s southern ally Eclenia, but Strennora unfortunately does not have nearly as long of a harvesting season. One of Strennora’s greatest exports comes in the form of exquisite timber for the purpose of construction, a thriving coal, iron, tin, and copper mining trade, as well as specialised equipment of all shapes and sizes. Strennora’s economy does however suffer from sea trade limitations as their two largest ports, both sitting on the east coast has one of the largest hotbeds of pirates in the world directly adjacent to them, as such the safest bet for intercontinental trade is through Eclenia, who take a fair sum in the name of safe passage.

The people of Strennora are typically taller than your average southern Galindian (I.E Eclenians and Burjionese) standing at about an average height of 188 centimeters tall for men, and 179 for women. They’re very pale in complexion due to the northern climate they grow up in. The typical image of a Strennoran would be someone with Blonde or Light Pinkish Red hair, with amber or green eyes. They are a tough hardworking people who won’t turn from a fight both physical and verbal, as they are well known for a very loud, blunt and honest nature, making them shrewd traders, but sometimes harsh diplomats. They get along well with the Eclenians in most cases though Strennorans throw around a lot of insults in conversation which the softer spoken though equally (if not a little more so) fierce Eclenians will take personally.

As far as religious beliefs are concerned the population in split pretty evenly between Felbrist Siglaeism, and Auskelist Siglaeism, with a tiny minority following a locally based religion known as Valkyrism based out of the province of the former Papal State of Valkyrie.


Now onto history!
The nation of Strennora was officially founded August 8th 1765 (Keep in mind all dates are in Gregorian calendar) when Queen Nora, of the Kingdom of Nora, married King Blucher of the Kingdom of Stren. However I feel this does not do it justice so for some context, in the 1700’s the realm known as Strennora today was inhabited by a large number of small nationstates under complete control of or were client states of a dying Empire of Burjion, which had been losing control of more and more territory since their defeat at the hands of Eclenian Emperor Marius in the 15th century.

Queen Nora was born into the royal family of the Kingdom of Nora (Which she’s named after if you hadn’t guessed)  in 1741. From a young age she was a very strong willed and adventurous girl often sneaking out to explore the countryside, and even once stowing away in carriage to the Kingdom of Stren where she met the young prince Blucher who would become a lifelong friend. When she was 12, her parents died in a rather suspicious accident which left Nora a rather lonely girl, however this led her to pursue extending her realms of adventuring. During her time as a wandering adventurer she travelled all across Galindia, from the freezing cold plains of Bothnia, to the rocky coasts of Southern Soeria, she learned a lot on the road and discovered that the seemingly oppressive nature of Burjion was not just limited to her small homeland, she could tell that in the home territories of Burjion a rebellion was fertilizing in the sickly and weak kingdom. Along the way she also discovered that the Burjionese government had been behind the death of her parents, due to their pro-independence views which they were beginning to act upon through secret negotiations with Eclenia

Nora decided then that she would take her revenge on Burjion and lead her kin to freedom. What stood in her way, was something which could unite the petty kingdoms of the north under Burjion’s control to side with her in rebellion. She would find it in the tomb of a long dead Polletun Mage Lord, the ancient Warhammer Ddraig’s Fist, made from the bones of the mighty dragon Ddraig it was said to give its wielder the power of the elements of fire and lightning. With the relic in her possession Nora first enlisted the help of her long time friend Prince Blucher who had recently graduated from Eclenia’s Military Institute, Orphirian Academy to go back to Eclenia and secure aid from them.

The Eclenians, fearing another war with Burjion in upcoming times decided to help the young northern would-be rebels and gave them access to weapons, and a number of experienced military advisors. Blucher returned to his homeland with the supplies from Eclenia and soon he would join Nora in travelling around the region speaking to the various petty lord and kings to convince them to join their cause when the time was right. At the end of it, the rebel supporters were the Kingdom of Nora, the Kingdom of Stren, The Earldom of Mörner, and the Principality of Moltke. From that point it was a matter of waiting, but they wouldn’t have to do so for very long.

 In 1759 the Grand Revolution to regain Burjionese pride began, throwing Burjion into utter chaos. Queen Nora and her allies soon took advantage of the chaos to launch their rebellion, they began by marching to the nearest Burjionese garrison at a fort outside the Kingdom of Nora’s Capital of Cadfan. Queen Nora started the battle by using her mighty hammer and striking down the gates allowing her troops to rush through and overwhelm the Burjionese garrison. Upon going through the fortress the rebels discovered that the Prince of Burjion had been taking refuge there, as the rest of the Burjionese Royal family had been hunted down and executed by the Burjionese revolutionaries. Nora finally took revenge for her parents by publicly executing the young prince. For the rest of the year the Noran rebels cleared out the rest of the Burjionese garrisons and finally secured their borders, the rebel states, had gained their full independence.

In 1765, after a few years of negotiation the kingdoms of Stren and Nora became one through the marriage of King Blucher and Queen Nora, soon after the Earldom of Morner would swear their allegiance to Strennora. The Principality of Moltke however chose to remain independent, the reason why soon became clear.

In 1766, the Principality of Moltke made an Alliance with Bothnia and the other petty kingdoms of the north to destroy the newborn Strennoran Kingdom out of fear of a complete overturn of the balance of power in the north beginning the “Great Northern War”. The Strennorans would have to fight tooth and nail just to survive, but thanks to more military aid from their allies in Eclenia (The first nation to acknowledge the new kingdom) and The State of Rhiannon, along with a lot of determination, the Strennorans successfully beat back the combined attacks from all three sides in 1769.

The Petty Northern kings who took part in the attempt to crush Strennora found themselves in a very lonely place in the shadow of a rather pissed off Kingdom of Strennora but their execution was stayed when the new ‘Kingdom’ of Burjion tried to launch an invasion of the north in 1770, but when they tried to raise troops from their remaining northern provinces they revolted starting in the province of Kallstrom, but it quickly spread like wildfire through the other northern provinces. The Kallstrom rebels called on the Strennorans for help, which Queen Nora gladly accepted sending an army into Kallstrom, thus officially beginning the first Strennoran War of Unification.

The Burjionese responded by diverting one of their most elite armies to the rebelling provinces but as they passed through the Kalmarck Forest they were ambushed by the Strennoran Army under Queen Nora. It was a slaughterhouse as the highly trained and experienced Strennoran troops cut their way through the well trained but ill experienced Burjionese. During the heat of the battle Nora led a charge of lancers to the Burjionese General’s Staff, during which, Nora personally killed the Burjionese Commanding General splitting his head open with Ddraig’s Fist, what remained of Burjionese resistance soon snapped like a twig bringing the bloody battle to a swift close.

The War ended soon after in 1771 as the Burjionese war against the Eclenians was now in full swing. The Burjionese would surrender control of the Provinces of Kallstrom, Schultzberg, and Valkyrie to Strennora. Within weeks after being handed over to Strennora, The Papal State of Valkyrie revolted for the stated reasons of Strennoran diplomats not coming to properly appease the Goddess Valkyrie. Something which the Burjionese had conveniently failed to mention to the Strennorans. Within a week after the rebellion began a regiment of Strennoran Landwehr armed with matchlock muskets and pikes marched into Valkyrie and ended the rebellion. Upon the end of the rebellion King Blucher made an agreement with Valkyrie that from that day forward Strennora would hold no state religion and allow its people to worship whomever they wish without any possibility of repercussions by the state. Since then the Valkyrians have lived in relative peace with their Siglaeist kin.

Following the end of the Valkyrian revolt in 1771, Strennora came into its longest period of peace known as the Noran restoration, during which King Blucher and Queen Nora spearheaded many initiatives to build up the new nation, from building projects of schools, hospitals, and other such facilities, humanitarian actions, and a large overhaul of the Strennoran military. Such actions included a massive expansion of the new capital city of Eisenberg from a small town, to a city which easily rivaled Eclenia’s capital of Fenrock. Among King Blucher’s many projects his pet project was the founding of The Eisenberg Military Academy, a school based on the model of Orphirian Academy, where Blucher had spent some of his teenage years, it would become the primary military school of Strennora and produce some of its finest officers. Among Queen Nora’s favourite achievements was the founding of The Royal Strennoran Academy of Sciences, which has continued to serve as the main Strennoran research center for more than a century. Nora and Blucher would personally help set up the Royal Strennoran Field of Heroes, a national military cemetery in honour of those who fell in the line of duty. They took what would be considered a very progressive and at the time known as a ‘Felbrist’ approach to the lives of its citizens, without the seemingly ridiculous bans on other races, those of different sexual orientation, and most importantly those of magical ability, this was generally well received though some of the people of the southern provinces who were more traditional Auskelists were not fans of such decisions causing some minor tensions.

With Strennora in the midst of a great golden age, finally it was time for the vengeance to be enacted upon the northern petty kings.

In 1805 Strennora invaded the Principality of Moltke beginning The Second Strennoran Unification War. Within four years the Strennorans had brought up it’s size by a whole third, but it had come at the cost of King Blucher who died in battle against Moltke, and had in turn cost Moltke its capital when Nora burned it in vengeance for the loss of her husband. On top of that loss the Strennoran conquests of the rest of the petty kingdoms was abruptly halted when Bothnia declared war on Strennora in 1812. Officially their reason was to retake the lands of their fallen client state Moltke, but it is more often speculated that they were not happy with having a rival so close to their borders. Though one should keep in mind that this is Bothnia so it is possible that they simply saw what looked like a good fight and decided to throw a punch.

On land the Strennorans dominated enemy forces with troops far more experienced in modern warfare. Unfortunately the virgin Strennoran Konigsmarine was utterly crushed at the hands of the elite Bothnian raid fleets, in the end the war ended in what was technically a Strennoran victory when they took some of Bothnia’s southern territory in 1815, however within a decade the land was returned to Bothnia.

Following the end of the Burjion-Eclenian Wars in 1811, the Burjionese had begun preparing to retake their northern territories. It is often speculated that the only reason the Burjionese ended their war with Eclenia was so that they could declare war on Strennora.

In 1816 Queen Nora would die peacefully in her sleep, and just a few days after her funeral, the Burjionese declared war… But that is a story for another day, I hope you’ve enjoyed this installment of Strennoran Lore, I’d love to hear your thoughts so feel free to respond here in the thread, thank you for reading, I hope you all have an awesome day!
Title: The Lore of Mithra
Post by: Elbbsas on September 10, 2017, 10:49:07 PM
I'm glad to see this back!

Poor Queen Nora, she must have been teased something fierce as a kid. That's like being called England or America... which probably explains why she kept sneaking off and why her parents died "mysteriously," dun dun dun. Sorry, bad joke is bad. I can't help but get Nora Valkyrie (http://rwby.wikia.com/wiki/Nora_Valkyrie) vibes what with the lightning and the hammer and the Valkyrism, but that's likely because both draw inspiration from Thor. At least, that's what I'm assuming.

Also: the Burjionese are nasty people, my word. Hopefully someone in Strennora knows where Ddraig’s Fist went off to. I lost track of it in the 1770s.

Strennora as a whole seems interesting. Hopefully their 12/13 win record doesn't have too many sour victories lying in wait for us.
Title: The Lore of Mithra
Post by: Fortis Scriptor on September 11, 2017, 12:51:45 AM
heh heh heh, Nora Valkyrie? Never heard of her *whistles innocently* Definitely not an obvious reference hehehehe.   ;)

I wouldn't be surprised if she was, but she was a pretty patriotic gal, so I also wouldn't be surprised if she was quite proud of her name. Aside from the definitely not a RWBY reference, there are some just straight up old school germanic and norse references within Strennora.

Indeed the Burjionese are some nasty sons of bitches, especially the Royalists after the Great Revolution. Oh yes Ddraig's Fist is still around, kept in the Royal Mausoleum of the Field of Heroes. (Although eventually it'll probably get a move to a museum.)

I'm glad you find Strennora interesting, I've found them to be a bit like Eclenia's young nephew, with a far shorter temper XD but what can you expect from a country that's basically an infant by Mithran standards.

Anyways, it's good to be back, the next installment should be out soon, and I hope you have a good day!  :wave:
Title: The Lore of Mithra
Post by: Fortis Scriptor on September 20, 2017, 09:39:37 PM
Hey everybody and welcome to the second installment of the History of Strennora, today we're going to be looking at the next generation of Strennora's history and leadership under King Tillo and his wife Queen Kerstin during the first half of the 19th century Gregorian calendar.

Spoiler

Following the death of Queen Nora, the ‘Kingdom’ of Burjion declared war on Strennora. Their hope had been to catch the nation off guard and in the mourning period so that they could sweep across southern Strennora, and for the most part their plan had worked. The vast majority of the Strennoran army in the south was in no condition fight off an invasion.

The main obstacle to the Burjionese entering Strennora was in the form of the Loarc river, today known as Blut river. It was incredibly deep and wide with only a few crossing points large enough to support an entire army. On September 5th, the Burjionese army attempted to storm across, but they were met by a single brigade of the Strennoran Krieg Pioneers, who are well known for their use of fire mages and explosives of various types, and a regiment of Kallstrom Wald Jaegers. Both units had been observing the increasing activity on the other side of the river and had prepared for an attack, even when the Queen died, their commander, Generalmajor Hans Fromm forbid them from taking part in mourning. The shame had proved a worthy price, as the first wave of Burjionese troops charged forward, General Fromm sent messengers to the capital of Kallstrom calling for reinforcements. The brave brigade under General Fromm would manage to hold the largest crossing point for 6 days giving the rest of the Strennoran army time to organise and begin marching towards Kallstrom.The heroic Krieg Pioneers and Wald Jaegers were eventually overrun and forced to retreat, but they had truly done well. Burjion’s invasion was neutered from the start, and the water of Loarc river was muddied with so much blood that it ran red for weeks after the battle was over thus earning its renaming of Blut river.

The Burjionese would successfully manage to capture vast amounts of territory in Kallstrom, but after four years of bloody fighting they were eventually pushed back across Blut river by the new King Tillo, but once again the sanctity of Strennora’s borders would come at the cost of royal blood as Tillo’s younger brother Prince Albert would die defending the capital of Kallstrom in 1817.

In 1820 the war ended with a Strennoran victory. The Strennorans had been fortunate that the Royalist Party of Burjion had begun their invasion without the approval of the Auskelist Seric and as such the Incarnate of Raguel had become involved to bring an end to the war. If not for his actions, the war could have easily lasted another few decades much like the previous Burjion-Eclenian Wars which Burjion had not yet been given any time to recover from.

Following the end of the war with Burjion King Tillo went about truly beginning his time as the ruler of Strennora. His first act was to put a significant amount of funds towards reconstruction in Kallstrom which had taken serious damage during the war, one of the most famous of these projects being the Prince Albert Orphanage in the Capital of Kallstrom. During the grand opening of the Orphanage King Tillo and his wife Kerstin were the first to adopt a child from the establishment, taking a baby girl who they named Erys.

Along with projects in Kallstrom, King Tillo and the Military Council began to put into motion, plans to reform and drastically improve the Konigsmarine after their humiliating defeat at the hands of the Bothnians. Advisors were brought on from both the Eclenian and Fangese Navies on the topics of ship design, fleet composition, and crew training. All of which were found to be lacking by modern standards.

In most of Strennora it seemed things were finally settling back into peace, but it would not last long.In the province of Fuer-Beinne, which took up a large portion the southern Strennoran highlands along the border with Eclenia there was a large minority populace of Haragladians who had originally broken away from their home nation when Emperor Marius came into power. Now the Haragladians wished to once again be part of Eclenia, which was home to the vast majority of their kin both ethnically and culturally. So in 1825 after being refused a chance to leave Strennora and become a part of Eclenia, the Haragladians of Fuer-Beinne rebelled.

From the beginning the rebellion proved to be a complete nightmare as the vast majority of the populace in Eclenia saw the Haragladian’s rebellion as just, but the Strennoran government made it very clear from the beginning that these were rebels who were no better than criminals. As such the Eclenians were forced to publically declare the Haragladian rebellion as unlawful.

This was the first time in the young history of Strennora that she was at odds with Eclenia, of the nations in the world which it was known it was not wise to agitate it was the Eclenians, but if the Strennorans caved into what they wanted now then they would be considered weak, and what would stop other provinces from taking similar paths, with Moltke being the most worrisome. It was then that King Tillo with aid from multiple advisors made a decision which would shape not only himself, but his entire kingdom. He knew that if the Haragladian rebellion gained too much traction then the Eclenians might be convinced to change their position on the matter and intervene on the side of the rebels. So he decided to make an example of the Haragladians, one which is brought up to this day to quell traitorous thoughts.

The Haragladian Rebels, aided with weapons, money, and volunteers undoubtedly from Eclenia won a number of hard fought victories, but their efforts were fleeting, and futile. Three months after the rebellion began, a force of Strennora’s most hardened troops arrived with the express purpose of crushing the Haragladians to dust. For another month the Haragladian rebels and their Strennoran pursuers engaged in running skirmishes across Fuer-Beinne, but on May 16th 1825, the chase came to an end on the rolling hills near Castrund village. The Haragladians, 7,000 men strong, met on an open field with the Strennoran Army, who had a strength of over 16,000.

Every guide to military strategy in the world would have told the Haragladians to keep running, to drag things into a guerilla war, but there they stood in full battle array wearing traditional Haragladian clothing and along with their firelocks, most of them wielded swords and shields.

The Strennoran troops rushed from their encampment into formation expecting an assault, but the Haragladians didn’t budge. The Strennoran forces, observing the unusually fine state of dress their foes were in, then took the time to get into full uniform before reforming for battle.

As the Strennoran government forces formed up, the Rebels began to sing in Old Haragladian, a near dead language even in those times.

Among the general’s staff of the Strennoran army, was an observer from the Eclenian army, the Haragladian, Captain Kalmran Wolfe, who according to the journal of Major Erwin Weiss, who was also among the staff, “The somber tune which floated across the plain was quite beautiful. It reminded me of the hymns sung at the seric of Zadkiel in particular, but upon looking to ask Captain Wolfe what they were singing, I was surprised to see tears in his eyes, the man had barely let any sort of emotion cross his expression since I met him, it was quite unsettling. When I asked the Captain what the song was his only reply was that this day would be among the bloodiest I’d ever see.”

The general consensus among the rank and file of the Strennoran forces also seemed to find the tune hauntingly beautiful, but also unsettling.

The thing that among the Strennoran side only Captain Wolfe knew, was that the song the Haragladians were proudly serenading them with, was a funeral hymn written for the tragic heroes who died in Haragladia’s wars with Burjion in the middle ages.

After finishing their sad song, there was a moment of what is recorded as being an utter silence.

The silence was broken by the sound of musket butts striking the ground, the Strennorans began responding to the Haragladians final tune with one of Strennoran glory telling of Queen Nora and her unification of the Strennoran people.

As the Strennorans ended their song, it was followed by a loud roar from the Haragladians and the screaming of bagpipes before the front ranks of the Haragladians dropped their firelocks and drew swords before charging full tilt towards the Strennoran lines.

In an unexpected turn, the Strennoran Lancers, so taken by the chance of a glorious charge, broke formation and charged as well.

The Haragladian charge came within range of the Strennoran lines, but their entire right flank was rendered useless as their cavalry was in the way.

The first volleys were fired on the Strennoran left flank causing massive casualties on the Haragladian troops, but they continued forward. On the other flank, thanks to the foolish charge of the Strennoran lancers which ended in a bloody failure, the Haragladian charge was able to slam into the Strennoran line unmolested and began a brutal melee.

The Haragladians put everything they had into the assault, but due to being outnumbered more than two to one the Haragladians were soon surrounded.

During the height of the battle, a number of Haragladian warriors broke through the Strennoran encirclement and attempted to attack the Strennoran general’s staff, most of them were killed in a hail of bullets from the Strennoran guard, but one young lad, riddled with 6 musket balls in his chest staggered to Captain Wolfe’s horse, according to legend, Captain Wolfe dismounted and grabbed the dying boy in an embrace, they exchanged a few words in Old Haragladian before the boy bled to death.

A little after sunset, the battle came to an end. More than 5,000 Haragladians laid dead upon the grassy plain, alongside them were a few more than 2,800 Strennoran regulars. The few remaining Haragladians surrendered, and the rebellion soon after came to an end.

Following the end of the Rebellion, any Haragladian in Fuer-Beinne who had supported the rebels, were given the option to emigrate to Eclenia, many of them took up the offer. Overall the Haragladian Rebellion of 1825 proved to leave a sour taste in the mouths of just about everyone involved, and had left Strennora in a rather awkward place with Eclenia who felt things could have been solved peacefully and that the Strennoran government had let things get far out of hand.

For the next decade Strennora would experience a period of peace, only minorly interrupted by the Yapian War in 1830 which Strennora symbolically joined in on to support Eclenia, in an attempt to mend relations with them.

Notable things to occur in Strennora during this time would be the invention of the Bolt action: The Volkesfeld 1828 also known as the Lager Rifle in 1828, and the opening of the first factories making full use of steam engines. Strennora also made a number of territorial gains by peaceful integration of a number of the petty kingdoms, however this would lead to trouble…

Of the states which Strennora took part in discussions with, the Kingdom of Silestria was the largest, and most important. Silestria sat in the middle of the cultural divide of the north between the eastern Aleman culture which dominated Strennora, and the western Draskovic culture which dominated the large Kingdom of Krasimir. The remaining petty kingdoms were generally split between these groups, and Silestria was the pinnacle of this divide. The Kingdom was centered around the Daistara river and its two tributaries, the Ugonik and the Vinonik. These tributaries forming its border with the surrounding nations, its tip being where they connect to form the Daistara. Almost needless to say, Silestria has some of the richest farmlands in Galindia, as well as access to Mount Riradon, which is the source of the tributary Vinonik, as well as the largest deposit of silver in Galindia, a vastly important resource to have access to.

In 1836 it seemed the Council of Nobles in Silestria who had been negotiating with both Strennora, and Krasimir, would vote in favour of the former and join their eastern neighbour.

The Krasimiran diplomats first pleaded with the Silestrians to change their minds, and then when that didn’t work, they told the Silestrians that the King of Krasimir would not allow Silestria to join Strennora. Something which the Silestrians took as an empty threat, it was really a warning.

When the Krasimiran diplomats returned to their country and informed the King that the Silestrians were planning to vote in favour of joining Strennora, it was clear the days of peace were numbered.

Within the month the Krasimiran army well hardened from war against their western neighbor and rival Csanbi (Who I will talk about in the future) crossed the Ugonik invading Silestria.

The Silestrians, were never much of a military power, and they certainly weren’t strong enough to take on the tens of thousands of veteran soldiers under Krasimir’s banners.

The Silestrian Noble Council begged the Strennorans for aid, which they were more than happy to give, the now middle aged King Tillo took personal command of the Strennoran army of Silestria as it was named, and marched across the Vinonik into Silestria, thus beginning the War of Silestrian Independence.

For the next nine years the Strennoran-Silestrian Allied forces slogged it out with the Krasimirans in bloody campaign after bloody campaign.

The war would see the first large scale use of the bolt action as the Strennoran Army replaced their muzzle loading Strauss Company Rifled Muskets with the Volkesfeld Lager Rifle, named for the beer which its inventor had drank to the point of inebriation before designing it.

In 1842, after receiving a bullet wound to the hip, King Tillo lost the battle with a terrible fever and lead poisoning caused by his injury, dying at the age of 61.

The rule of Strennora passed to Queen Kerstin, and the command of the army passed to Prince Mose.

Two years later in 1844, in the midst of the third battle of the Ugonik Prince Mose too would die when a stray cannonball struck him directly in the head obliterating it.

The war would finally be decided in 1845 at the battle of Terontun Fields when Strennoran forces under General Kalman Lorens, backed a Krasimiran force under the command of their crowned Prince Maximov into a corner, forcing them into an open field battle.

The Krasmirians were heavily outnumbered and outmatched by the Strennoran combined cavalry and light infantry force and after only a couple of hours of fighting surrendered.

With the Krasimiran Crowned Prince in their custody the Strennorans brought Krasimir to the negotiating table and after a few months of heated diplomacy the war finally came to an end after nine bloody years.

The war proved most devastating on Silestria whose rich farmland was burned to the ground by both sides in the conflict, and their population was left decimated.

In 1846, the Kingdom of Silestria officially joined Strennora, adding a powerful, but deeply scarred province into the flourishing Kingdom.

For the next few years much of Strennora’s time was focused on rebuilding their new province, and continuing to modernize, making new innovations as the industrial revolution continued forward.

In 1848, Queen Kerstin would die peacefully in her sleep, and soon after her daughter Princess Minna would take the throne as Queen of Strennora, ushering in a new and though it’s hard to believe, bloodier era.

I hope you’ve enjoyed the second part of Strennoran History, I hope you all have a kick ass day! and as always please feel free to leave me your thoughts and questions, I always love to hear feedback as it truly aids in making my world even better and more alive.  :wave:


Title: The Lore of Mithra
Post by: Elbbsas on September 20, 2017, 11:15:49 PM
Oh good, the Burjionese did lose that surprise war. Serves them right for attacking a grieving nation. That's just rude. And that Haragladian hymn successfully kicked me in the tear ducts. Ow. Again, I'm not so great with battles and the like, but the pacing for that one was written extremely well.

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In 1848, Queen Kerstin would die peacefully in her sleep, and soon after her daughter Princess Minna would take the throne as Queen of Strennora, ushering in a new and though it’s hard to believe, bloodier era.
These guys just can't catch a break, can they?

Question: Were there any other totally-not-references sneakily hidden away in there?
Title: The Lore of Mithra
Post by: Fortis Scriptor on September 21, 2017, 01:44:17 AM
Indeed they did lose it, losing seems to be a theme for the Burjionese XD

The Battle of Castrund is probably the most tragic battle I've come up with thus far. I'm glad I paced it well enough for a good manly punch in the tear ducts.  :D

No Elbbsas, the Strennorans can never catch a break.  :P


Ah, well yes there are a couple of references, most of them not as on the nose.
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The battle of Castrund is the one which comes to mind actually, though I did a lot to make it my own, the entirety of the Haragladian Rebellion is inspired by the Jacobite Revolt of 1745, and the battle of Castrund is inspired by the battle of Culloden Moor. I should say though, I would only go as far as to say it was the inspiration for it as I did a lot of my own things with it.

Another reference that is so on the nose it's kind of funny is one that you may have missed. The name Strennora, is based on a ship, specifically Ren and Nora from RWBY. the St was added to make it less obvious.

Now to add some context, I have a number of friends who have helped me in developing the lore for Mithra, Crush is by far the most influential and important of these, at this point it's as much his world as mine. This nation however was created by me, and two of my other friends who help me mostly with military related lore, but both of them are massive RWBY fans, and hence after a good hour after having no luck coming up with a good name (Keep in mind this was way back in January, just before Crush got involved) we decided to go full meme on it and make the nation itself a, in some place subtle, in some places right on the nose, hat nod to RWBY and more specifically to one of those two friends favourite character Nora. Anyway, the nation sat relatively barren until early this month when I decided to go all in on developing the history of the various nations of (for now) Galindia. (Later I'll expand to the whole world) But one of those two friends has been helping me along the way as I would like to make sure at least one of them is involved in creating it, as a sort of thank you for the help, however I'm doing my damnedest to also make sure it makes sense within Mithra and isn't completely ridiculous, which I think thus far I've done a good job at accomplishing.

Anyways, that's all of the references I can think of off the top of my head for this section.

Good question *Thumbs up*  8)
Title: The Lore of Mithra
Post by: Fortis Scriptor on September 21, 2017, 06:29:01 PM
Hello everyone and Welcome to the third, and final installment of Strennoran History, today we'll be covering the rule of Queen Minna from the 1850's to the 1880's, and introducing her successor.

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The first nine years of Queen Minna’s rule were a time of peace in Strennora, with nothing really of note to bring up. The Queen herself spent most of her time doing fairly routine administrative duties and raising her daughter Anna. She took part in a few passion projects including founding a number of charities and most famously, joining forces with Eclenian Emperor Jyris the Second to work on connecting the Capital of Strennora, and the Capital of Haragladia by railroad, the most ambitious railway project to date at the time. She also took in Eclenian Princess (And future Emperor) Maria as an apprentice for a couple of years during this time forming a lifelong friendship.

However, the times of peace and happiness in Minna’s life would come to an abrupt end in 1858 when the Strennoran ship Weiss Falke was sunk by unknown forces. Onboard the Weiss Falke had been nearly two thousand people, and among them were Queen Minna’s husband the Royal Consort Conrad Hertz, and her 18 year old daughter Princess Anna. The two of them had been on their return voyage from Nan Fang when the attack occurred.

Following the tragedy, it was clear that the Weiss Falke had been sunk by a military vessel of some sort, and so looking for someone to blame, the Strennorans looked to Bothnia, whose Raiding Fleets were well known to prowl the waters the Weiss Falke had been sunk in.


Within two weeks, (Against the position of multiple advisors) the Strennorans declared war on Bothnia thus beginning the Second Strennoran-Bothnian War.

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For some extra context, the Strennoran Military were more than willing to take part in this war, even if it seemed a bit premature. The young and beautiful Princess Anna had become a mascot to the Strennoran Army and Navy, and her loss hit them rather hard.
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The Revenge for the fallen royals would come in two fronts, the land and the sea.

The Land forces would follow the same path as they had under Queen Nora more than 60 years before working their way north into the heart of Bothnia.

The more important of the two fronts however would be the naval campaign which in the previous war with Bothnia had proven a mess for the young Strennoran Konigsmarine.

This time things were different, the Konigsmarine was much more experienced, and their ships were the best and most modern available.

Indeed it would be the Konigsmarine to fire the first shots of the war as a large war fleet of Ironclad Frigates and Siege Gunboats sailed into the Bay of Akka, their orders were incredibly simple, and came personally from their monarch. “Send their souls to Remiel, take no prisoners.”

So the Flotte Der Toten, began their campaign of vengeance.

Many a Bothnian Raider Ship tried to attack the Strennoran attack fleet, only to be blasted to pieces by explosive shells and canister shot.

The Bothnians had done little to improve their ships over the years as they had never needed to, but now their outdated nature was painfully clear.

It was then that the Flotte Der Toten broke into three pieces. The first, patrolled the entrance to the Bay. The second sailed up the west coast of the Bay, and the third sailed up the east coast.

Together they annihilated the densely populated and productive harbours and coastal fishing towns without a shred of remorse.

Unfortunately, even the highly effective Flotte Der Toten could not destroy the bulk of Bothnia’s real warships which were docked in the harbours of the fortress islands known as the Shields of Juhannus. Even if most of the guns mounted on the walls of those forts were outdated, they still had the range and power to keep the modern Strennoran warships at bay.

If they wished to take the forts, they would have to come up with a different strategy.

Back on land the Strennoran Army under the command of the young General Bruno Turm started their campaign with the same success the army had in the previous war, and they had met even less resistance. Everything changed when they received reports of a large Bothnian army gathering in the Groß Norden Forest. These reports coming from multiple accounts from Elven slaves which the Strennorans had freed.

So with more than enough sources to make it trustworthy intelligence, General Turm turned his army west and marched into the Groß Norden Forest.

As you may have guessed, this was a trap. As the rearguard of the Strennoran column entered the forest, they sent reports of movement to their rear.

General Turm soon found himself and his entire army trapped, with the only road out being heavily guarded by Bothnian regulars.

On top of that, the woods were crawling with Wolkfin Irregular infantry, and Bothnian Light Infantry.

Turm had two choices, try to navigate through the thick woods until he found an alternate exit, taking casualties from the Bothnian skirmishers the whole time,  probably losing most of his supplies in the process, or, he could attempt a breakout and charge headlong into hail of Bothnian musketry.

He chose what any sensible commander would, and prepared to breakthrough the Bothnian defenses at the entrance of the forest road.

The battle was fierce and bloody, with the first three assaults on the Bothnian lines failing. General Turm took personal command of the Guards Brigade, and led the assault.

The Guards braved through shot and shell until they closed in for bayonets, General Turm at the front line with standard bearers. Then just as they closed for the melee, a shot from one of the Bothnian slave troops struck Turm in the head knocking him to the ground, his adjutant thought him dead, but moments later the General shot upwards from the ground sword in hand, the ball had grazed the top of his skull, but did not fatally hit him. The Bothnians have been called brave to the point of stupidity, but even they shook with fear when a man who had been shot in the head rose up with blood streaming down his face like nothing had happened and continued on charging with his men.

The Bothnian frontline broke, and the army poured through the breach like a divine flood of men, horses, and wagons.

The Strennoran army was saved by the bravery and determination of General Turm and the Guards Brigade.

General Turm was never the same after the battle of the Forest Road, he started acting oddly, his mood could change on a dime, he lost any sense of social tact, often times speaking what most would understand to be what was supposed to be his inner monologue, and as the campaign progressed he gave what seemed like utterly insane orders, but his men followed them nonetheless. Strangest of all, he would at times break into conversation with people who weren’t there. All of these things and more would eventually earn him the moniker of Bruno ‘The Mad.’ 

As 1858 came to a close, with the Army making winter camp, the Konigsmarine prepared to launch an amphibious landing on the Shields of Juhannus, a hugely ambitious operation, and one which would certainly cause massive casualties, but just days before the operation was set to be launched in March of 1859, something came to light which no one was expecting.

On March 1 1859, an armada of Aspyian Warships was seen sailing for the Bay of Akka. The massive, magically powered Dreadnaughts smashed their way through the Strennoran blockade of the bay of Akka gaining the attention of both the Bothnians and Strennorans.

From the decks of the Aspyian warships came a message amplified by magic to be heard by everyone in the bay. “Warships of Strennora! End hostilities with Bothnian Forces immediately, or face the consequences!”

Following the end of the message, a massive projection appeared above the Aspyian fleet showing the deck of their flagship. There in chains was the Strennoran Royal Consort, and Princess Anne.

Then another message followed, “If you leave the bay in peace, we will return these prisoners to you. You have one week to comply.”

For an hour there was silence, as the Strennorans aboard their ships tried to figure out what to do.

However it would be the Bothnians who would answer first, as all of their warships docked at the Shields of Juhannus set sail.

The Strennorans prepared to defend themselves, but the Bothnians sailed right past them, and began attacking the Aspyian fleet.

From what reports I’ve read the reasoning for this move was to inform the Aspyians to “Butt out of their fight.”

Among the Strennorans, there was a sense of fear and anger. They didn’t know what to do. So the first order of business for the Strennoran forces was to send word back to the Queen.

Within two days word had spread all across Galindia that for the first time in recorded history, an Aspyian Warfleet was sitting off of Galindia’s coast sending alarms all across the continent. The Eclenian Navy scrambled together their fleets in preparation for hostilities and sent word to Soeria of the danger as well. Even Rhiannon prepared their small fleet of Ironclads.

On day five it was decided that the Strennorans would attempt to rescue the Princess and Consort from the Aspyian Flagship. So that evening, in the midst of the Bothnian assault, a small craft loaded with Strennoran Marines and Knights of the Iron Flower, sailed to the Aspyian fleet and boarded the flagship.

At first things went well, they seemed to slip in undetected, but just as they reached where they thought the prisoners were being held, the Aspyian marines onboard discovered the Strennoran rescue party, and a bloodbath ensued, of the more than 30 Strennoran troops, only 6 managed to escape, and with their failure the fates of the royals onboard was sealed.

The next morning the Strennorans awoke to see the massive projection above the Aspyian flagship showing its deck. At the center of the view stood the Aspyian Admiral in an ornate dress uniform, and behind chained up, were his two prisoners.

The Admiral proceeded to make a speech to the Strennorans in a tone similar to a father scolding his children. As he wrapped it up he said this, “We gave you a chance to leave in peace with your royals. And you responded by spitting in our face and spilling your filthy blood on my ship… Now you will pay the price.”

A sailor handed the Admiral a dagger, and the Strennorans watched in horror as the Aspyian Admiral first slit the throat of the Royal Consort. But that was only the beginning.

He had the Princess unchained from the post, and then had his officers strip her bare before the Admiral and his officers proceeded to rape her.

A few of the smaller Strennoran warships broke off from their formation and charged towards the Aspyian fleet only to be blasted out of the water by a massive volley.

The majority sat at their posts, their gazes fixed to the projection in anger and horror, as they heard their Princess scream for the Aspyians to stop and for someone, anyone to help her.

Finally the Aspyian admiral ended it slitting the Princesses throat and casting her defiled body to the deck.

It was then that every ship in the Flotte Der Toten sounded the attack order, and flung themselves upon the Aspyians guns.

They would not cease their efforts for two days, as they sacrificed three of their own ships to take down even one of the Aspyian’s.

On the second day, having already exhausted their fleet, the last of the Strennoran Flotte Der Toten prepared to throw everything they had at the Aspyian Flagship so they could if nothing else recover the bodies of their fallen Princess and the Royal Consort, and kill the Aspyian Admiral.

It was then that reinforcements arrived. It was the largest fleet to sail off of Galindia’s Coast, a force of more than 300 warships, half of them Eclenian, the rest were a mixed force of, Strennoran, Soerian, Roncaleon, Al-Lation, Magdalenian, and Rhian ships. There were even a few Fangese, and Burjionese Warships.

Thus began the largest naval battle ever fought off of Galindia’s Coast.

The Allied armada had their work cut out for them as the Aspyians had 25 dreadnaughts fully armed to the teeth.

During the height of the battle, every ship left in the Flotte Der Toten, rammed into the Aspyian Flagship from all sides and boarded as many of their crew as they could. By the end of the bloody melee on the Aspyian Flagship, a group of marines had secured the bodies of their royals, and the Captain of one of the Strennoran ships had fought and beheaded the Aspyian Admiral.

After 13 hours of intense fighting, the two surviving Aspyian Dreadnaughts limped out of the enemy encirclement heading back east.

The battle was over, but it came at a massive cost. More than 80 ships of varying size on the allied side were sunk, and more than ten thousand sailors and marines were dead.

Soon after the war with Bothnia came to an end with an apology from Strennora for acting without thought, an apology which was not accepted, as the Bothnians thanked the Strennorans for giving them the best war they had ever fought.

The war cost many lives, but the Strennorans had made an ally in Bothnia from it. At the funeral held for the Princess and Royal Consort, Queen Minna would make a speech to her people, in which she said, “The Aspyians have proven to have no sense of honour or dignity, and committed an act so barbarous, I can find no place in my heart to ever forgive them.”

In her speech she would announce that Strennora would officially join the Fangese in fighting the Aspyians, with a claim that there would be no peace until the Aspyians had paid in full for the damage they had caused to Strennora and her people with the blood of their soldiers.

The Strennorans would soon after commit to sending a land force of 200,000 soldiers, and a full two thirds of the Konigsmarine to fight in Orliend.

By fighting in the Eternal Fangese-Aspyian War, Strennora’s Konigsmarine would become the most effective conventional navy on the waves, and their army would have the most combat experienced troops of any army on Galindia for the rest of the century.

Queen Minna would never fully recover from the loss of her husband and daughter. The once fierce but kind Queen, would become cold and angry with little patience.

There was a small light reignited in her life, when after a brief sexual relationship with the Strennoran Lord Victor Amzel, Queen Minna unexpectedly became pregnant, and at the age of 42 in 1865 gave birth to Princess Nora the Second.

The Queen would raise Nora on her own as Lord Amzel mysteriously disappeared following the discovery that Minna was pregnant. The two would have a strained relationship but it was clear that the young Princess, who truly did take after her namesake was the only source of happiness for ‘Remiel’s Queen’ as Minna came to be called.

Aside from the war in Orliend, Strennora experienced another time of peace in the homeland, with the nation continuing to modernize, but also become increasingly geared solely towards war. Naval technology improved leaps and bounds as, it had to to keep up with the brutally powerful Magic Dreadnaughts of Aspyia.

In 1874, with Eclenia knee deep in the bloodbath of the Second Sarvan-Eclenian War, the Burjionese made one of the worst possible decisions they could have, and declared war on Strennora, once again attempting to retake their long lost northern provinces.

For the next 6 years, the Strennorans beat the Burjionese into a bloody pulp like a wolf playing with an old worn out chewtoy, ending with the Incarnate of Raguel pleading for peace as the Eclenians returned from Manat with equally sharp teeth from their war.

Soon after, the Strennorans would be left awestruck at the start of the Eclenian Civil War in 1883, with a number of Strennoran generals seeking to offer aid to their oldest ally, but after Queen Minna and Emperor Maria had a meeting, any such notions were squashed. Unless the Eclenians changed their minds, the Strennorans would sit on the sidelines and let things play out. This would not stop a number of Strennoran Officers to resign their commissions and go to Eclenia to serve with the Loyalists.

In 1886, Queen Minna would die peacefully in her sleep, thus beginning the reign of Queen Nora the Second.

And that is as far as I can take you. I hope you’ve all enjoyed this the third and final chapter of Strennoran History, as always, feedback is very much appreciated, so feel free to respond to the thread with your thoughts, questions, etc. I hope you all have a fantastic day!  :wave:


Title: The Lore of Mithra
Post by: Elbbsas on September 21, 2017, 08:54:10 PM
That was quick. It's nice to see Strennora had a teeny break (Kudos to how well the reference there was hidden. It just looks like another word now!).

Now, I'm going to apologize in advance for this.

I am somewhat disappointed at Princess Anne's fate (or is it still Anna? The spelling change threw me off). I'm not disappointed in the Aspyians, or the Strennorans, or the Admiral... I'm disappointed in the writing. It threw me out of everything completely, not because of it being Wow So Ebil, but because it felt cheap. Because... really? You're using rape as drama (http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/RapeAsDrama)? You could have had literally anything done at this point, and you went for rape? There are hundreds of things that work better for this, that would be more horrifying and less "Seriously, writer?"

Off the top of my head: Removing her arms. Removing an eye. Whipping her. Burning her alive (tricky on a ship, but I'm sure magic could help). Wrapping her in chains and dropping her over the side of the ship, then using projection magic to ensure everyone could watch her drown. Force the Princess to kill the Royal Consort. The other way around. Branding (recommendation: on the face and hands). Removing her teeth and replacing them with molten iron. Crushing her skull like an egg. Impaling her in arrows and letting her crawl around the deck, broken and bleeding ("you split your filthy blood on my ship", now watch as I spill the blood of someone you aren't willing to sacrifice).

Sure, rape is an "act so barbarous" it cannot be forgiven, but come the heck on. They are on a SHIP. In PLAIN VIEW. Literally any act of torture would be sufficiently barbarous, sufficiently brutal, sufficiently horrific, sufficiently innocence stripping, if the princess was so beloved. Rape, in writing, is a short cut and I am disappointed you felt the need to resort to it.

Furthermore, I find it exceedingly hard to believe that the fleet hesitated to fight until the Princess actually died. Why not have a pitched battle happen as the Princess is being tortured? Then you could say something like "an itinerary of horrors befell the princess as the Flotte Der Toten desperately fell upon the Aspyian warships," and give the reader occasionally glimpses of little details and let the reader fill in the gaps, but ultimately she is not retrieved in time? It has better implications than "The fleet sat around, watched as the princess was raped, and only attacked when it was too late to do jack."

So... yeah, I'm disappointed in that scene. Sorry for going off on you like that.

It's interesting how the Strennorans attempting to chip in with the Eclenian Civil War, and amusing how a bunch of them went to help out even when nationwide assistance was shot down. Hopefully nothing terrible happens in Queen Nora the Second's reign, I am sure that nothing exciting or life changing in the last will occur, because Strennora is a peaceful place where nothing bad happens ever. =P There, I think I have tempted fate sufficiently. I'm looking forward to what comes next!
Title: The Lore of Mithra
Post by: Fortis Scriptor on September 21, 2017, 09:23:49 PM
Now this is some kickass feedback, No problem on going off on me, I'm quite happy to get the feedback. As far as the spelling of her name, that was a fuck up on my end, when you chug out the history like that, you mess it up once and then it becomes a spiral. But going more into the meat of your point, first of all, huge kudos on the creativity of fates far worse than I thought of putting her through.

As I've said before, or at least I hope I have this is why I'm posting this history and lore for the express purpose of improving it, so I can't thank you enough. I will definitely take another look at the scene, if nothing else, even I was bugged about most of the Strennoran fleet just sitting there and watching the Aspyians do this. The part of me that supported it was the whole "None of these guys have seen magic on this scale, and certainly not used like this." etc. you can probably get what I was thinking there.

Btw, thank you for the TV trope article I had not read that one yet.

In general your disappointment is understandable I will certainly be taking a swing at making it more interesting and less, "Seriously dude, saw it coming a mile away."


On your last note, it isn't much of a surprise with the Strennorans, many of those officers who went to fight with the Eclenians were graduates of Eclenia's Orphirian Academy, which you'll be hearing more about in the coming weeks  ^-^ (Definitely nothing to see here heheheheh)

Definitely nothing exciting or life changing will happen during Nora's reign certainly no Worl- You heard nothing... And I cannot confirm nor deny that the Strennorans will be quite important in the late Eclenian Civil War.  ;)

Alright, teasing aside, I'm off to go and give that torture and death scene for Princess Anne, Anna, Christ I don't even know anymore, point is she's going to die in some horrific and brutal fashion fitting of the Aspyians.  >:D

Thanks a million for the feedback Elbbsas, I hope you have an epic rest of your day!
Title: The Lore of Mithra
Post by: Fortis Scriptor on September 26, 2017, 11:48:43 PM
Happy First Birthday Mithra, may there many more good ones to come.

It sure as all hell has been quite the roller coaster of awesomeness.

It all started with one short story for school that sparked an idea which spiraled far out of what I could have even vaguely imagined it to be. If it weren't for Crush I don't think I could have brought it to the level it is now so MASSIVE points to my good friend for that one, may he rest in pieces doing 22 hours of Arabic per week for Uni *holds hat over heart in solemn salute. *

I also must give a huge shout out to the people of Wintreath being very supportive of me and a generally awesome audience. To Elbbsas and Gatto in particular thank you so much for the feedback, it really means a lot.  :D

But let's get some things down, memories of what has been done, and plans of things to be done.

First off, Eclenia has been developed on its own more than some whole worlds with oodles of stories that could and should be written (I'll get to that part in a bit.) However there are parts of it that are blatantly absent that in hindsight should really have been obvious to do some dev for, but hey details...

Next, thanks in no small part to Crush, the foundations for the world's major religions are in place, but they are in no way done, and a good number of them need to be updated for the more modern iterations of the lore.

To sum some things up, aside from the lore for the city of Fenrock (The setting of the first act of the story of Princess Koralia) all of the necessary lore that I need to know before I start writing the first act/book are done.

Other major things that are relatively completed, would be the history of Strennora (Though it needs editing) most of the important characters for the story of Koralia, I have at the very least a basic idea of who they are and what they look like, and of course what role they play in the story. I have a general idea of what the plot looks like, however there are plenty of holes in between major events that need to be filled. And a number of other things (Including the outline for the first 8 chapters or so) that I would have to dig into my brain to find.

Now things that need to be done, and that I wish to have done hopefully by the end of 2017.

The Outline for the first act/book.

An updated history of Eclenia.

The History for Burjion. (When I mention this sort of thing in particular I am referring to both writing it down and posting it here)

The first few chapters of an upcoming story taking place in the Mithran universe which I plan on posting here on Wintreath.

The Mithran Calendar.

I'm actually going to realistically say those are decent goals for things to finish by the end of 2017

Things that need to be done, and wish to have done hopefully by Mithra's second birthday.

Everything mentioned above.

The History of Soeria, (+ expanded lore development for them)

A lot of general lore for the recent editions to the continent of Galindia.

The history and a shit ton of lore for the nations of the southern continent Albukana.

The History of Al-Lat

A literal brain exploding amount of lore for Nan Fang, and just Orliend in general.

Do more work on all of the religions.

Write a first draft of the first act/book in Koralia's story.

Write hopefully the whole story that I mentioned before, (Not sure how long it will run)

Start working on if not finish the outline for the second act/book.

AND MUCH MUCH MORE BRAINSPLODING LORE THAT I COULD GO ON FOR HOURS LISTING.

Once again Happy Birthday Mithra, and thank you Wintreathens so much for giving me a place to stay and a wonderful community to be a ghostly part of XD, I will attempt to get out of the Halls of Writing more, but no promises that I'll actually be successful.
Title: The Lore of Mithra
Post by: Elbbsas on September 27, 2017, 12:15:54 AM
Happy Birthday! Congrats on sticking with this project for a year (and keeping track of the date you began). Picture a trumpet playing the usual songs. I'd insert a video, but my tablet would cry.

As a birthday present, have some generic advice you likely already know:Granted, that last point isn't so helpful, considering there is war and magic and the like. Here's to achieving your goals, and many more to come!
Title: The Lore of Mithra
Post by: Fortis Scriptor on October 10, 2017, 09:13:48 AM
Hello Wintreathens! to prepare you for the upcoming History series on Burjion. I give you a map of the Continent of Galindia, keep in mind this isn't a pretty map at all, it is a functional map, one which you guys can't even appreciate fully considering you can't zoom in on it and such. HOWEVER! I feel that while this thing is utter garbage in some ways it will still be good and helpful for you readers to actually be able to see where shit roughly is. Keep in mind this map is circa 1880's by the way.

So here it is.  :-[  It includes a number of rivers, those being ones in Strennora and Eclenia, there will be more added in the future, also if it wasn't already obvious this is a Work in Progress Functional map.

(https://i.imgur.com/RxutsYX.jpg)   

These are the countries listed as numbers on the map, some of (If not most of) these names are not final

Northern Kingdoms:
Dagmar: 1
Erland 2
Hólmgar 3
Odila 4
Rajko 5
Hjalmar 6
Miosk 7
Kingdom of Gustaw 9
Andor 10
Luděk 11
Pelagia 12
Slanea 13
Slavianka 14
Isadior 15
Title: The Lore of Mithra
Post by: Fortis Scriptor on October 26, 2017, 07:07:53 AM
Hello Ladies and Gents, Special shoutout to the most chatty of you Elbbsas, number one on Wintreath for badass feedback, as well as the winner of the recent writing contest! Today speaking as Fortis I would like to address that I am rather ashamed of my recent failure to get my crap together and edit Starch and Iron to completion, or write a second story to give you guys a choice as to which I could have entered into the contest. Truth is I got whacked with a nasty cold and lost any motivation to do just about anything that I didn’t have to, however next time I will do my best to actually finish a story.Thanks again to our great Forum Overlord Ainz… I mean Wintermoot (Sorry been watching the series again and I just can’t help but make the joke) for allowing me to try and enter the contest, once again next time I’ll do better. So here I am to partly atone for my sins, but mostly because it is about damn time we took a look at Burjion and their history.

So let’s get started.  8)
Spoiler

Burjion is an incredibly old nation, and an even older ethnic and cultural group, so it’s going to be a bit tough for me to pin down when to start their history because they did a LOT of really important things throughout ancient and early medieval history, and I would love to cover all of that, but in all honesty I would have to provide a significant amount of context which would take at least one history series to cover on its own. So for the sake of my limited sanity at the present moment I will be starting at the tail end of Burjion’s days as an Empire.

So let's start with the basics.  :D

Even today, The Kingdom of Burjion is the largest nation on Galindia by landmass, and it once held the vast majority of the continent under its thumb, something which no other modern nation on Galindia has accomplished (So far.) Its landscape is dominated by vast fertile grasslands which stretch hundreds of miles in every direction in some places, as well as the largest river on the continent, the Majestic Sicara River which is in some places as large as 5 kilometers wide, and runs from the northern border of Burjion all the way to the southern coast of Soeria.

Burjion as a single entity produces the largest amount of food in the world and from the earliest days of its time as an Empire in the 600’s CE Gregorian Calendar to this day in the 1880’s CE the number of its citizens working in agriculture has never dropped below 60%. Keep in mind when Burjion raises its military to full strength calling upon volunteers and conscripts those enrolled in service are still considered working whatever job they had before the call to arms, so there have been times when not that much of the population has been actively working the fields.

What’s more amazing and somewhat sad from an outside perspective is that the Burjionese have not employed modern farming machinery in anything other than State mega farms. This is often blamed on Burjionese superstition but it is more likely that the majority of the people of Burjion don’t know these things exist, and even if they do they probably do not have the funds to pay for them.

The Burjionese are of shorter height than most in Galindia usually being between 165cm-172cm on average for men(Exception are the those of the northern mountain regions, who are part of an old ethnic minority who have been known to reach 220cm tall) Northern Burjionese have light pale skin and those in the south are slightly darker in complexion. The most common hair colours are black or brown and the most common eye colours are green and brown.

Most of the people of Burjion are a simple, peaceful, and conservative (As well as deeply religious) folk, who put total faith in their leaders, most Burjionese peasants will never travel any farther than ten kilometers from where they were born. The faith of the people of Burjion also makes them incredibly dangerous, as they will do anything to fight off a perceived threat.

Most people live a relatively comfortable life as far as they’re concerned (though a bit primitively by Eclenian or Strennoran standards), and they have developed a wide array of delicious cuisine which while beginning at the family tables in the countryside has in recent years led some more ambitious young ones to refine their craft building some of the first restaurants in the world in the few cities of Burjion, most importantly the Auskelist capital, where the need to feed religious pilgrims provided the perfect demand for well cooked meals. Today some very forward thinking people have even taken their successes out of Burjion to the incredibly rich lands of Eclenia and Strennora to name a couple.

Now I shall finally get to some history, the iteration of Burjion we will be focusing on for most of the series will be its current form which is known as the Kingdom of Burjion. Something to point out however is that the only nation that acknowledges the legitimacy of the Kingdom of Burjion is the Kingdom of Burjion , while we will get more to that later to give you a brief summary. The Kingdom of Burjion as we know it today is really little more than a name that symbolizes the fact that they still keep a national unity. In reality however modern Burjion has two completely separate ruling bodies of government, two militaries, two systems of law, two capital cities and a number of other things in pairs which I could go on for hours about. So you’re probably wondering “why isn’t it two separate countries then?” Well that’s because one of those entities is the Auskelist Seric acting over Seric holdings ‘given’ to them by the Kingdom of Burjion during their Revolutionary War. The other half of the country, the so-called ‘Kingdom’ has no connections to the actual royal family of Burjion which was wiped out in the previously mentioned Revolution.

The current Royal family are the descendants of the Burjionese Revolutionary, Mikkel Salome, you may remember him from the brief Burjionese sidetrack in the History of Eclenia.

But we’ll get to that. So how did this new near failed state come to be? 

While there are many factors which contributed to the downfall of the original Kingdom of Burjion, it is relatively well agreed upon that it began with the Empire of Burjion in the 15th century. But to understand that we must consider where Burjion came from, the Burjionese Empire was actually a rather miraculous nation. The original Kingdom was one of the larger domains in central Galindia during the Warring States Period and when the Jeddites invaded southern Galindia in the 400’s CE the Burjionese were some of the first to really steel themselves to the challenge with the kings at the time negotiating sense into their neighbors, or beating it into them that they needed to unite or be conquered by the invaders from the south.

This rallying cry worked very well, and when the Jeddites began a push north from Soeria in the 560’s, they were met by a strong united front of the allied Burjionese.

The Jeddites were soundly beaten and sent packing back to their southern domains and with their retreat, central Galindia had given birth to a new power. In truth the Burjionese hadn’t expected to win against the powerful Jeddite Army already outnumbering them on top of the Jeddite Dragon-Riders and Magic users, but the ragtag alliance had, and not only had they won, but they’d gained total victory. It was about this time that the new united Burjion realized just how powerful they were. Over the course of the next hundred and fifty years they swept across the rest of the warring states in what is modern day Burjion and conquered them all.

Then after they finished annexing all of their ethnic brethren, they went on a crusade to reconquer Soeria, and although it was messy and cost some compromises, they did it.

After that they began pushing east, first taking Antilonica and Mercia, however it was then the unbeatable Burjionese Empire ran into a brick wall in the form of the Kingdoms of Eclenia, and Haragladia. The former was one of the best geographically protected nations in the world, and the latter while but a shadow of its days of Imperial splendor was one of the oldest powers on the continent and still had one of the strongest militaries in Galindia.

Both first attempts proved failures, with the Haragladians smashing Burjionese forces in a humiliating defeat, and the Eclenians while nearly losing managed to eventually shove the Burjionese out.

These first defeats for the Empire were both infuriating and somewhat of a saving grace. The Burjionese economy (outside of their base of farming which was more profitable for individual nobles than the state) was by the 1100’s almost purely geared for war and conquest. The issue was, most of Burjion’s major production centers were in what was now the southern half of their empire and it was becoming harder to expand further north without running dangerously long supply lines. So to keep the cogs of the empire running smoothly along with their slow expansion northward, they continued to prepare and launch invasions of Eclenia and Haragladia.

By the turn of the 15th Century, the Burjionese had invaded Haragladia and Eclenia three times each all ending in failures, but they had pushed their influence as far north as what is today central Strennora in the middle of the Aleman cultural region.

It was then that the Burjionese made one fatal mistake that would break them. Thanks to a mix up in orders, the Burjionese set the stage for the ascension of the young bastard son of Eclenia’s former king.

You understood me clearly folks, it was by a mistake in orders that Marius Aspada came to the throne of Eclenia.

Those of you who have followed the histories since Eclenia may remember that the only reason Marius came to the Eclenian throne was because of the assassination of his uncle and cousins.

Something that is not well known is that the Burjionese troops who killed the Eclenian royal envoy were actually supposed to assassinate their own envoy and then blame it on the Eclenians. The point of which being to give Burjion a righteous casus belli to invade Eclenia once again. As we know this didn’t go to plan.

This one mistake put one tiny yet fatal crack into the Burjionese Empire that would bring them to their knees.

During the time Marius was on the throne of Eclenia he crushed Burjion’s empire first swiping Mercia and Antilonica from them, and then aiding the Soerians and Roncaleans gain independence. But even more important than the loss of lands, Marius took the vast majority of Burjion’s pride and prestige from them. In effect this young Emperor managed to kneecap and neuter this once seemingly mighty empire now proven to be built from glass.

The King and Queen of Burjion at the time couldn’t take the shame of it, and took their own lives, but to the amazement of the Burjionese, Emperor Marius came to their funeral to pay his respects to his fallen former adversaries. This act of respect made a strong impression on the new King of Burjion who even went so far as to send his daughter to study under him as an apprentice forming a new friendship between the two nations.

This would mark the end of the Empire of Burjion, and mark the beginning of the new Kingdom Period.

This new era is unfortunately well known as the dark days in Burjion. Much of the nobility which had flocked to the cities of Burjion to own enterprises for war production during the days of the Empire crawled back to their farm holdings which they had allowed to act relatively independently during the Imperial days, and then proceeded to continue living as if they were still making money from those now nonexistent enterprises, but I’ll get back to that in a little bit.

Aside from the Nobility returning to the countryside in droves, Burjion found itself a fat sheep in the midst of a pack of wolves as every group that didn’t consider themselves Burjionese within the borders of the former empire now began to rip themselves free. Any time these attempts turned violent the Burjionese military acted halfheartedly at best, and downright insubordinate at worst. Some foreign nations even managed to take chunks out of Burjion when Eclenia wasn’t watching, like the Soerians in 1469, or Kanbi in 1533, or Krasimir 3 or 4 times over the course of a few centuries.

In fact if it wasn’t for the friendship Burjion had with Eclenia, the nation would have likely been ripped to shreds by its neighbors.

Getting back to the Nobles, by the beginning of the 17th century the vast majority of the Burjionese nobility were thanks to their overly lavish lifestyles in a hole of debt I doubt even a dragon could dig itself out of. Their solution? Use their farms to pay off their debt.

This, went horribly wrong.

The nation of Burjion for the first and last time EVER had a FOOD SHORTAGE. How in the name of God and all his Attendants did this happen you might ask? Well the Burjionese Nobles in a move of such blatant greed and disregard for the lives of their people sold off in some places 90% of their crops in trade in exchange for gold, thus not only paying off the Nobles debt, but also making them rich off of the starvation of their own people. And they got away with this for ONE HUNDRED YEARS. It still boggles this historian’s mind how this was able to go on for an entire century without revolt, but it really goes to show just how much trust the people of Burjion had in their leaders and how long it took for that trust to shatter.

Now one might ask what did the Royals do to stop this madness? Well just about nothing because there really wasn’t anything they could do. By the time this crisis occurred the friendship Burjion once had with Eclenia was dead thanks to the incidents between the Emperor Nikaros and the Felbrist Clergy of Eclenia, and the overwhelming majority of Burjion’s military was at that time controlled by the nobility.

So after a century of being pushed to starvation, the people of Burjion finally cracked. In 1759 sparked by the spread of information by a number of revolutionaries and military officers The Burjionese Revolutionary War began. These revolutionaries were a pretty mixed bag, many of them were born peasant farmers who moved to the cities for whatever reason and through whatever means became educated thus discovering the truth behind the horribly dark times the people had gone through over the past hundred years.

The target of the revolution was the greedy nobility who more than deserved to be brought down, as well as the Royal family who were powerless and after a while remained that way for a cut of the gold made from the suffering of their people.

However while the intentions of the revolution were just, the violence that it caused in its execution I can say with confidence was significantly more brutal than it needed to be.

Over the course of the next 6 years thanks to a power vacuum caused by the complete annihilation of the ruling bodies of Burjion, the nation was plunged face first into bloody chaos as the many revolutionary factions fought for dominance.

In response to this anarchy, the Auskelist Seric under the leadership of the Incarnate of Raguel led military forces to restore order, something which many of the deeply religious people of Burjion accepted with open arms.

At the end of the political infighting the Royalist Party of Burjion under the leadership of the former Burjionese army officer, Mikkel Salome, came out on top of the violence securing all of the territory not taken by the Serics. In the end the Auskelist Seric didn’t trust Mikkel enough to hand over the lands they had taken control of and so after more than a year of heated negotiation, a compromise was made. In effect they would form two separate states with their own laws and systems of governing, but they would remain a single state, thus allowing full freedom of movement for any Burjionese citizen within the borders of the nation, the people could decide where they lived and which government they liked better, not that the average Burjionese villager was going to give much of a damn as long they weren’t giving up almost all of their food anymore.

Thus began a new era for Burjion, a time of two governments, and a time of retaking Burjion’s pride and honour through the blood of her young men.

I hope you’ve all enjoyed the first part of the History of Burjion, I know I breezed through so much stuff it’s damn near criminal but I needed to get to the modern iteration of Burjion as quickly as possible, but I swear I will go back at some point and give you a more substantial look at the eras summarized in this post.

If you liked it please feel free to leave a like on this post, and if you have any thoughts, feedback etc. Please don't be afraid to give me a reply I love feedback as it really helps me improve my universe.

Thank you for reading I hope you all have an awesome day  8)

Title: The Lore of Mithra
Post by: Crushita on November 11, 2017, 09:52:00 PM
Hello everyone! Crushita here (Yes I'm still part of this :P ) Here to bring you....
An update to the religions of Mithra!
Since the first post in this thread, and boy was that a long time ago, the religions of Mithra have seen a huge update, featuring such things as Siglaeism being hugely expanded upon and Sarvanism and the Sarvanists in general no longer being cartoonishly evil!
In this first post we will cover Siglaeism.
So without further ado:
Spoiler
Well first off, it is most obvious to start with the most fleshed out and, story wise, the most important religion of Mithra, Siglaeism!
Siglaeism:Since its inception, Siglaeism has focused on a few main ideas, firstly that God, the one and only God, has left the world, that they left a certain number of their Attendants in charge of the world, and that these Attendants are the ones Siglaeists pray to. This means Siglaeism is an odd mash-up of both the polytheistic and the monotheistic, a fascinating combination I find. Its also only one of two religions to be monotheistic(The other being the religion of the dwarves of Rhiannon and of most dwarves in general, but that will be covered later)

With all of this in mind, your first question is probably "Why did god leave the world?" To which the answer is somewhat complex. In the minds of Siglaeists, God is all loving and all powerful, but differs from most real world religions in that they are not all knowing. They have a certain amount of foresight to be certain, enough that Siglaeists believe that God can, through their conduit to the world, Remiel, predict the future and see some foresight given to people, but that it was not enough for God to see the consequence of what they had created. God, being all loving, gave free will to all people, but did not expect what resulted as a consequence, disease, famine and above all, war took their toll on the very all loving will of god. But God could not bring themself to take away the free will they had granted to all people, because it created things just as wonderful as it did horrific, as much pleasure as it did pain. In the end God decided to sequester themself away, and allowed the most powerful of their servants to rule over the world in their stead.

The Attendants themselves are an interesting case. Depending on whether you’re a Felbrist or an Auskelist(Or a Haykalist, which is a general term for the myriad of sects that scatter the continent of Orliend, some of which can only be called Siglaeism in the most general sense, just assume everything said here doesn’t apply to them.) you believe in either 7 or 8 Attendants of God. This difference stems from different beliefs in which holy texts are legitimate and which are falsifications. To explain this first requires an explanation of Siglaeism’s origins however and will be told later. The important thing to know here is just that Auskelists(That are most Siglaeists in the west of Galindia) and Felbrists(Which are most of the Siglaeists in the east of Galindia, with a minority in Soeria) believe in slightly different things. The Attendants in question are:

Remiel The Serpent/Dragon Attendant: Remiel is the most important Attendant in both Siglaest sects. Remiel is the Attendant of wisdom, knowledge, fire and the saviour of humanity and is often given the epithet He who Speaks to God as he is the only Attendant who communicates with god, and occasionally gives the wisdom of god to his priests. He is also called Defender of the Dead as it is he who takes the souls of the pious dead and brings them to the realm beyond instead of allowing them to wander the world for all eternity. Remiel is represented as both a serpent and a dragon. When he is depicted as giving knowledge, often both in Serics, which are the Siglaeist places of worship, and on texts, theological and academic, he is a serpent. When he is the saviour of humanity or gathering the souls of the dead on his wings however, he is a dragon. It is said that Remiel gave the prophet Urist the knowledge that the Attendants had replaced god and the reason humanity was enslaved was because they had continued to pray to god and had rejected all signs of the Attendants existence. Since God could not help them and humanity didn’t believe the Attendants existed in the first place they could not help humanity. Once Urist convinced people to worship the Attendants however, he took the form of a dragon to lead them to victory. Remiel himself is rarely prayed to however, except in the most dire of circumstances or during funerary ceremonies in which people ask him to take the soul of the deceased, or during the annual ceremony in memory of the martyrs of the War of Liberation. Remiel has no Seric, but the Caves of Remiel, a series of many deep caves, the largest of which is believed to be where Remiel as a dragon lived and died, are a common pilgrimage place for Siglaeists as well as where his priests live, sequestered from society except during certain special events. His festival is the Feast of the 1000 Martyrs, celebrating all those who died in the War of Liberation.
 
Uriel The Lion Attendant: Uriel is the head of the Felbrist group of Attendants(The only Attendant that Felbrists do not believe in compared to the Auskelists is the head of the Auskelists group) Now if you’re wondering why Remiel does not head the Attendants, it is because Remiel is seen on a different level then all of the other Attendants and holds a place somewhere between them and God themself. To group them in the same in that way would be to degrade Remiel, despite them all being Attendants. On Uriel himself, he is the Attendant of conflict, loyalty, and industriousness. Story wise he is seen as the patron of the Eclenian royal family and of Eclenia herself. He is depicted as a lion, often with his claws out and holding two conflicting things, such as the colours black and white. He is often depicted with some sort of trade tool aswell by many organizations as the Attendant of industriousness and is a favourite of trade guilds. Though Siglaeism has no Attendant of war, not surprising considering such things as war caused God to leave, Uriel is the Attendant of conflict resolution rather than conflict itself, and is prayed to by soldiers hoping for a quick victory. His priests uphold this and are often judges in the more theologically centered nations such as Burjion. The festival of Uriel is the Feast of the Righteous Fifty, celebrating the first 50 humans to convert to the true faith and who summoned Remiel. His Seric is in the Eclenian Capital of Fenrock

Jophiel The Fox Attendant: Jophiel is one of the more interesting Attendants simply by how differently she is seen by different cultures. Her priests are just as likely to be praying as they are fucking, and many see the two acts as one in the same.. Jophiel is the Attendant of wealth, cleverness, pleasure and fertility. She’s often depicted as a red fox with, depending on who made it, 7 or 8 breasts bared. She is unsurprisingly a favourite of taverns and seedier establishments, but also of merchants and business people, many of whom keep statues of her for good luck and fly the banner of her on their ships. Her priests are a varied bunch. They are split about half and half between more traditional priests, who do prayers and offerings and give consultations to Jophiel’s followers and a more recent sect called the Chosen of Jophiel who believe that Jophiel will reward her followers that deal with pleasure most of all. Whore houses are a very uncommon sight in Siglaeist nations, the pleasure temples of the Chosen long having put them out of business. Her Seric is in Redris, the capital city of Mercia in Eclenia. The festival of Jophiel is the Feast of Salvation, celebrating the victory of humankind over their Elven oppressors.

Zadkiel The Ram Attendant: Zadkiel is one of the less prayed to Attendants. He is the attendant of minerals, iron and steel, mountains, willpower, truth, defence, animal husbandry and is often associated with stubborn people. A common insult in Siglaeist nations is to say that someone is a true worshipper of Zadkiel in reference to that fact. Despite that his priests are known for their wisdom and courage, second only to the rare priests of Remiel. A true priest of Zadkiel will undoubtedly tell you what he thinks, and will probably insult you in the process. His followers are most often found in mountainous areas, though due to his association with metal he is popular with metalworkers of all kinds. Most Felbrists also associate him with fatherhood and worship him as the Attendant of it. The Seric of Zadkiel is in southern Strennora, but acts independently of that state, which has never seen fit to bother it. The festival of Zadkiel is the Feast of Undying Faith, celebrating the defeat of the humans who betrayed humanity to side with the elves during the War of Liberation.

Raguel the Eagle Attendant: Raguel is perhaps the most divisive Siglaeist attendant. To the Auskelist, Raguel leads the Attendants of God and is only subordinate to Remiel, to Felbrists Raguel is a falsification, a non existent attendant and the last curse the Poelletan Elves to divide humanity. The difference between these two sects comes from disagreement in which texts are correct. The Prophet Urist himself is believed to have written most of the most basic texts of Siglaeism, but on the books of the Attendants, it is believed that Urist insisted that humans write them down themselves for some unknown reason. The problem came here. The Prophet Urist wrote all of his texts in Dwarvish, a language that insists on a different character for every word. This made it hard to learn and read but the dwarves themselves, who helped the humans had no problems with translating it. When the prophet Urist insisted on the humans writing the books of the Attendants however, the problems came from the fact that the human tongue had no writing system, forcing the few literate humans to write the texts down in Polletan Elvish before translating them back into the dialect they were speaking. Perhaps it was a simple translation error by one of the scribes but different copies disagree whether the Prophet states there are seven or eight attendants, and the book that drew the most suspicion from Felbrists was the Book of Raguel. While all the other books were written down during the war, the Book of Raguel was said to have been transcribed as the Prophet Urist was dying. It is said to be different in style and form from all the other books and upended the early social order by establishing Raguel over Uriel in terms of precedence. It was not long before early Felbrists called it a fraud and early Auskelists called it the truth.

Now with all of that out of the way, on Raguel himself! Raguel is as said before, the most important of all the Auskelist Attendants and is the Attendant of foresight, strength, courage and by Auskelists, fatherhood, as opposed to Zadkiel. Raguel is considered the all the seeing eyes of the Attendants by Auskelists and is prayed to along side the Attendant that chose them(If that sentence confuses you, it should, I’ll get to The Choosing Later.) Other then general worship by Auskelists, Raguel is also prayed to by Auskelists soliders as much, if not more then Uriel due to representing strength and courage. Raguels priests are considered to have prophetic powers, not on the level of Remiels priests but far more accesible to the common people. The Seric of Raguel is  in Aurian in Burjion, one of its two capitals.

Sariel the Falcon Attendant: Sariel the Falcon Attendant is a mixed bag of attributes and representations and due to her many aspects in the regular lives of people is one of the more important Attendants. Sariel is the attendant of birth, motherhood, life, happiness, joy, nature, fire, beauty, death, pestilence, balance and change. She is usally given the epithet Great Mother, Bountiful Destroyer representing her role. She is both the giver of life, said to grant the soul of every person, while she also represents death, the price of her gift. She is both the protector of beauty and its destroyer. The protector nature and fire in equal measure. Sariels conflicts do not take away from her role but highlight it. She represents the many conflicting traits of nature and reconciles them. Fire may destroy nature, but it is important to revitalize it. Disease is the price of the human condition, only her allowing you to die may give you release from her beautiful curse. Whether you have been pious enough to avoid eternal damnation in the form of wandering the earth until it too crumbles to dust is usually not up to her unless you are one of her followers. Those who follow Sariel are usually midwives, doctors and nurses, those who deal in cosmetic professions, teachers and often hermits. Advisors to many great past kings are said to have been devotees of Sariel. Her Seric is in Haragladia, between the Serics of Zadkiel and Uriel, the Valley of Sariel, said to be one of the most beautiful places in Galindia. Her festival is the Feast of Revelation, said to be when the prophet Urist recieved his first revelation.

Jerahmeel the Octopus Attendant: Jerhameel the Octopus is one of the most controversial Attendants not in terms of theological issues but because of how its Incarnates decide to carry out their duties. Jerhameel is the Attendant of water, waves, tides, the moons, righteous wrath, sacrifice, offerings, and piety. Where Uriel is the Attendant of Justice, Jerahmeel is the executioner. Jerahmeel is an attendant who constantly demands proper pious offerings from Siglaeists and destroys those who don’t. He is wrath, vengance, and anger and the eldest of the Attendants, representing God’s first reaction at the horrors they had created. In keeping with this, Jerahmeel’s Incarnate and priests are infamous pirates, living on the Island of Ceske and raiding those ships that Jerahmeel has told them did not give proper offerings. Because of this many sailors dump heaps of valuables on Jerahmeels altars, and this combined with the ships and goods they steal have made the Incarnate of Jerahmeel the richest incarnate of all, with even more wealth then the Incarnate of Raguel despite that incarnate controlling half of an entire nation. His festival is the Feast of the Impoverished, mourning all those who died before Urist’s revelation. It often includes an elaborate ceremony where Jerahmeel, representing humanity’s righteous cause, overthrows the Polletan Elves.

Famriel the Salmon Attendant: The last attendant on this list is Famriel, the Salmon Attendant. Famriel is associated with agriculture, crops, good, the seasons, the sun and light. Famriel is perhaps the most benevolent of all Attendants and it is said that her wings hold back Jerahmeels true wrath. She gave agriculture to humanity so that they may thrive but must constantly made compromises with the wrathful Jerahmeel. She gave humanity summer and Jerahmeel winter. She made the sun and Jerahmeel made the night, allowing her only to put in the two moons, which would only shine fully together on the most special of nights and forcing her to relinquish control to him. Together with Jerahmeel they are the most primordial of the Attendants, yet few pray to Famriel though her priests are often sought out. Her Seric is in the rich agricultural heartlands of Burjion. Her festival is the Feast of First Light, celebrating the creation of the world.

And there you have it, all 8 Attendants! This post has gotten very long though, so in the next post I will cover Siglaeist traditions and festivals, the afterlife, the daily rites and rituals, and the Siglaeist priesthood.

I will of course give a quick mention to our ever helpful friends @Elbbsas @Gattoartico and our friend who likes liking these posts @Gerrick

Oh and @Fortis_Scriptor because I didn't tell him I was done with this :P
Title: The Lore of Mithra
Post by: Gattoartico on November 11, 2017, 10:33:12 PM
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Title: The Lore of Mithra
Post by: Elbbsas on November 12, 2017, 01:52:53 AM
*Started writing this then left it idle for over two hours.*
Culture-based worldbuilding!
Would Uriel ever be depicted holding a hammer and a scythe? (Because "building versus death creation versus endings" symbolism + tools). And it's a little odd to think of depictions holding the concept of black and white. Maybe the conflicting items being black and white, but solely holding black/white orbs or whatever is a little boring.

I think that Raguel might be my favourite. There's the delicious irony that the attendant symbolizing foresight and prophecy is the one who has controversy. Any Cassandra Truth (http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/CassandraTruth) inspirations used here?
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...the most important religion of Mithra, Siglaeism!
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The important thing to know here is just that Auskelists....
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Remiel is the most important Attendant in both Siglaest sects.
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Raguel is as said before, the most important of all the Auskelist Attendants....
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Sariel the Falcon Attendant is a mixed bag of attributes and representations and due to her many aspects in the regular lives of people is one of the more important Attendants.
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Fire may destroy nature, but it is important to revitalize it.
Maybe take a step back from the word "important." It looks repetitive. Powerful, key, highest-ranked, a significant, more influential, vital (going in order for suggestions).

Huh. I never would have associated falcons with motherhood. I am getting a few Cthulhu vibes from Jerahmeel. And finally, these festivals seem somewhat arbitrary in terms of how they relate both to a historical/biblical event and are attached to the themes of the various attendants. Almost as if the Powers That Be wanted to make a festival for each one and started ticking off boxes. =P
Overall? Good grief, can I steal your collective brains? How the smeg are you both so creative and good at keeping track of this guff?

Going briefly back to the Burjionese, I really, really like how a big part of Burjion is how they produce the most food... and they had a food shortage included in their historical briefing. XD That is greatly amusing.
Title: The Lore of Mithra
Post by: Crushita on November 12, 2017, 02:13:31 AM
Hey Fortis the writer here not me @Elbbsas, I can repeat important however much I like :P And there's a reason behind each of those festivals. And a reason each Attendant has one. Powers that be indeed :P You might not associate falcons with motherhood but in a fantasy world who knows what might become associated with what as long as it has SOME logic. Also don't compliment me on keeping this all in my head, Fortis had to correct the locations for me as I had forgotten where I had put some Serics xD
Title: The Lore of Mithra
Post by: Elbbsas on November 12, 2017, 02:30:07 AM
But vocabulary expansion! These phrases cast off by your primary facial cavity must be tailored in approach and wit! To wit, shrewd and intuitive choices are exquisitely able to elevate even the most repugnant of abhorrent propositions! =P

I agree. In-Universe-Logic supersedes Real-World-Symbolism! I only wanted to comment on Sariel's because I liked the unconventional choice. ...And it seems that I forgot to put in a line mentioning that as my reason for highlighting it. Whoops.
Title: The Lore of Mithra
Post by: Fortis Scriptor on November 15, 2017, 10:48:22 AM
Hello and welcome to the second part of the History of Burjion series, today we will be going over the rule of Mikkel Salome, and the Burjion-Eclenian War.

Spoiler

We pick up with Burjion in 1766 with the official coronation of King Mikkel Salome a rather quiet event considering its importance. Held in the still blood splattered royal palace of Burjion, Salome’s coronation was witnessed only by his fellow generals and the most veteran soldiers of his own regiment, a group no larger than 300 people.

Before I can effectively continue with his rule I need to tell you a thing or two about this man, one of the most controversial figures in history, viewed by some as a hero, and others as a tyrant.

The early life of Mikkel Salome is unfortunately rather shrouded in mystery, it’s hard to discern propaganda, and slander from the truth. What we know for sure is that he was born to the impoverished noble family of Salome somewhere between 1729 and 1735 (sources vary on his age), and that he graduated from the Royal Military Academy of Burjion in 1754 where he was most likely introduced to the growing democratic revolutionary movement.

It’s unclear which group he was a part of before the birth of the Royalist movement in 1762 but by the former alignments of his closest advisors the Burjion People’s Liberation Party is the most likely.

During the early days of the Royalist movement Salome appears in a number of reports as a Captain of the First Mounted Light Infantry Regiment where he was noted for heroic actions against Noble Republican forces in the defence of a fort.

By 1764 Salome had reached the rank of General leading an entire army group in eastern Burjion.
Documentation around this time in particular is dodgy at best but it seems that following the assassination of Prince Kelburn, the last living member of the Royal Family of Burjion and the figurehead of the Royalist movement, Mikkel was at the head of a hunt for traitors within the Royalist movement searching for Kelburn’s murderer, he also married Kelburn’s pregnant widow sometime during this hunt.

By 1765 Salome was the undisputed leader of the Royalist Party. He was also the adoptive father of Prince Kelburn’s child, however the parentage of this boy has been disputed over the years to no definitive conclusion, however there was enough speculation to make any claim of legitimacy to the throne rather moot.

Salome’s character is described in vastly different ways depending on what source you look at, for instance some accounts from his lower ranking officers describe events when Salome deployed his forces in disadvantageous positions on purpose to defend civilians, on the other hand there are well documented instances from multiple sources showing him order the mass executions of enemy prisoners of war.

What I have been able to piece together, Salome had a very charismatic personality but was incredibly calculated in his actions. I have confirmed from multiple credible sources that he had a personal code of honour which he upheld even to his own detriment on a number of occasions, and he had little to no tolerance for his enemies, from what I can tell he didn’t believe in second chances for anyone, those who crossed him were punished if not put to death. That’s about all I can say with surety about him personally, as studying the men and women of power in this world I have found that while some rulers governance  reflects their personality, I found some take completely different forms when making decisions for their domains.

But with that we return to where we started, March 15th 1766. After gaining the begrudging approval of the Auskelist Seric, Mikkel Salome was crowned the new King of Burjion.

Salome had a taken up a rather hard mantle, for lack of a better word Burjion was a mess, six years of bloody civil conflict had left most of the cities in ruins. However the Auskelist controlled territories were left relatively unharmed, and on top of that the farmlands there had been producing record breakingly prosperous crops. To rebuild his own lands the young king was going to have to make friends with the holy men he called his most powerful political rivals.

On top of the physical and economic damages he needed to repair, King Mikkel needed to make good on his promise to the people of Burjion that he could give them back their pride which had so long been dragged through the mud.

While I’m quite sure he attempted to do other things, in the end Mikkel found the best solution would be to kill two birds with one stone in a flawed but rather ingenious plan. It was no secret the Auskelist Seric was no friend of the Eclenian Empire or their Felbrist State Clergy who had spit in the face of Auskelism when they punished the last Auskelist Emperor Nikaros Andolo forcing him to convert, and they had long wished to see the lands of Mercia and Antilonica, which contained both massive populations of Auskelists as well as a number of important religious sites. On the other hand, at the root of it all it had been the Eclenians who abruptly ended Burjion’s days of glory and thus robbed the people of Burjion of their pride and honour.

Over the next year while also laying the foundations for rebuilding the rest of his nation, Mikkel went to work on a hardline anti-Eclenian campaign from great speeches to private letters, there was not an ear in Burjion that did not hear the evils of this arrogant empire which claimed to be superior to them.

Mikkel’s words could move a heartless man to tears, and no where did he turn his charms more than to the Incarnate of Raguel, Riccard Jayon, an aging man with surprisingly progressive views for his line. It took him almost a year of constant correspondence, but Mikkel eventually made Riccard a close friend, as well as convinced him that if Burjion was to become a strong and united nation it would be necessary to take the Eclenians down a peg.

The two leaders met and made an agreement to rally their armies. At the Auskelist Capital of Aurian they made a speech to a crowd of tens of thousands of their soldiers. Mikkel reiterated much of what he had said for the past year but put a powerful climax to it. “Come together brave sons of Burjion! Your Motherland calls on you again. The evil nobility of our land is gone, but their masters are not. Sons of Burjion, our Motherland calls on you to finish your duty to her and bring down the Eclenians. They who make themselves friends of inhuman creatures, and whores of that most vile race the elves who once enslaved all of humanity. Go forth, serve your Motherland well and return to her warm embrace legendary heroes!”

As rousing as that was, what truly lit the pyres was when Riccard gave his portion. “My friends, loyal followers of the Attendants. When King Mikkel, the saviour of Burjion came to me with this proposition, I was hesitant. Our land has seen so much suffering in these past six years it seemed hard for me to fathom another war. But he made his argument, and I agree it is the Eclenians who truly brought these horrors upon their fellow men… I was conflicted, so I went to speak with the greatest of all the Attendants, I prayed to my senior Remiel, and he honoured me with his presence. However to my surprise he came to me not with advice from his own experience, but with a message. A message from God! And that message was that if Burjion was to be at peace, if we were to live free, we must fight this war! If we do not then not only will Burjion fall, but all of Siglaeism as we know it. So brave warriors of God and his Attendants, if you cannot find it in yourselves to fight for this land, then fight for God who has shown us the righteous path!” While he continued on for a few more minutes after that, the message was clear. A message from Remiel saying this war was just would have been enough, but a message from God, that was something not even the most anti-war men in Burjion could oppose.

So the armies of Burjion who had only months ago brutalized each other, bolstered by hundreds of thousands of volunteers coming to answer the call of God, amassed on the western Eclenian border, every one of them truly united for the first time in centuries.

In the History of Eclenia I brushed over the Burjion-Eclenian Wars without going into much detail or even the impact it had but that’s in part because it was more specifically impactful on Burjion, and the western Provinces of Eclenia rather than the Eclenian Empire as a whole. (Fortis here, it’s also because I hadn’t developed much for it at the time as and I was trying to get through all 400 years of Eclenia’s history as an Empire)

Rousing speeches were one thing, but what was the actual casus belli of this war? That would be to retake the conquered lands of Mercia and Antilonica, as well as liberate Holy Sites, and the oppressed Auskelists in those lands.

Those are good causes if you ask me, but something to keep in mind is how much things had changed in Antilonica and Mercia since the day Marius had taken them from Burjion in the 1400’s.

For one there was Mercian royal blood within Eclenia’s line of Emperors, and if I’ve learned nothing else about Mercia, blood means a lot.

Then there’s Antilonica which had been indebted and incredibly loyal to the Eclenians since the 1400’s when Marius’s Imperial Consort lost her life fighting a plague which had swept through Antilonica. To this day there is a statue commemorating her sacrifice to help save thousands of lives.

The beginning of the war in short did not go to plan for either side involved. The Eclenians under a young Emperor Jyris, honestly didn’t believe the declaration of war to be anything. From their perspective Burjion was a sickly nation which had spent the better half of the last decade embroiled in a bloody civil war, following a century of starvation. What nation would be able to even put up a defense, let alone wish to launch an invasion?

Such a miscalculation on the Emperor and the senate’s part would cost lives.

The Eclenian Army wasn’t even called into partial mobilization. Why waste people’s time?

The Burjionese on the other hand were expecting to walk into Mercia and Antilonica as liberating heroes on a mission from God. The people of these provinces as we might expect were not so welcoming when they saw foreign banners at the heads of columns of men in uniforms not of Eclenia march into their towns.

Among the worst early encounters in the war which was spun into a frenzy throughout Eclenia was the unfortunate fate of the elven community of New Hilomatra. Neither Antilonica or Mercia had ever been large havens for the elves having such large minorities of Auskelists who viewed the elves with less than positive views. But in the enlightening times of the 18th century, efforts were made in Auskelist societies in Eclenia to be more accepting of their former enemies. Among these projects was the small community of elven refugees from Bothnia which came to be known as New Hilomatra. This group was originally going to be settled in northern Haragladia where elves were rather common, but since it had been Antilonican legionaries who had rescued the refugees, they pressed to settle them close to their home town. The local Seric even offered to pay for all of the food and materials to help them settle in, so the National government happily accepted to have the elves taken off their hands.

New Hilomatra was unfortunately near the border with Burjion, and so it was one of the areas the Burjionese invasion made it to before there was an organized Eclenian military response.

On a beautifully peaceful day, the small detachment of no more than a dozen legionnaires stationed at New Hilomatra were shocked when they saw Burjionese forces marching towards the town. Discovering the rumors of an invasion were true, Lieutenant Lionel Sanor, the commander of the detachment sent the youngest member of his group to ride for the garrison and call up reinforcements. The rest of them would help to evacuate and protect the Hilomatrans, the legionnaires being Auskelists themselves, knew what would happen if the Burjionese got their hands on them.

It is after this point that our records of what exactly happened get a little foggy, as the only sources we have come from the Burjionese troops involved, and a number of surviving Hilomatrans, one of which I had the pleasure of speaking to about the incident.

From what I have been able to piece together it went something like this.

After Sanor sent out his rider, he had four of his remaining men start gathering up the townsfolk and  started mounting them up on horses, wagons, and any other form of transportation they could find, before leading them out of the town towards the garrison which was about 20 kilometers to the southeast.

Then Sanor and his mighty force of seven men started engaging with the Burjionese vanguard pickets about a kilometer west of the town. Reports from the Burjionese at the time were interesting, to sum up what they thought they were facing I refer to the account from a Burjionese Lieutenant. “Upon reaching the edge of the wheatfields we were engaged by at least a company sized force of enemy skirmishers,”
While it was a vast overestimation of their numbers, I would call that a compliment to Sanor and his men.

After engaging Sanor’s men, the Burjionese vanguard, having lost most of their officers fell back to the main force telling their commanders they had engaged a sizable enemy force, to which the Burjionese in turn dispatched a battalion to pacify enemy resistance.

By the time the next group of enemy troops arrived about an hour later, about half of the townsfolk were on the road, but many were still well within range of enemy forces should the defense fail.

Reports to the Burjionese command about the following engagement says that there was a brief exchange of fire before the infantry cleared out the tiny Eclenian force. To pick out one line in particular “It was a trivial affair no longer than five minutes in duration.”

Accounts from the ground however paint a slightly different picture. Referring to the war diary of the same Burjionese Lieutenant from earlier, “As with the first engagement, at first there appeared to be no enemy troops at all, before thunderous cracks of musketry echoed across the field. Before we knew it a number of our officers were dead, including Colonel Damien who I had strictly warned to be wary. He was laughing at the Eclenians supposed cowardice when he was struck in the head and brought down from his horse.” He continues on to describe the panic and confusion among the ranks of the Burjionese line infantry as their officers and NCO’s fell victim to Sanor and his men. However after about another half hour, the Lieutenant goes on as such. “The Major, secure behind the line directed the battalion to fix bayonets and assault the town. The volume of enemy fire was far less than initially thought and upon reaching the buildings a number of single man melees were engaged. By our count there were nine enemy soldiers left defending the town, two of which we captured.”


So I suppose technically the report to the Burjionese command was accurate as the actual assault on the town seems to have only lasted five minutes.

Following the defeat of Sanor’s legionnaires, the Burjionese split their forces, some secured the town and began rounding up the elven civilians, while the other group pursued what they thought was a force of enemy troops.

By the time the Burjionese forces reunited a couple of hours later upwards of two thirds of the townsfolk had been captured and rounded up in the townsquare at the shrine to the old elven god Louhi.

The Burjionese troops hadn’t been given explicit instructions on what to do with elven civilians. From their perspective, they thought all elves were either serving in high military positions, or were rich nobles. For most of these young soldiers this was the first time they had seen elves, and from what I can tell many were a bit unsettled by just how similar they were to humans rather than the demons they had been told about.

The Major in charge of the Burjionese force sent for a Priest of Raguel to advise them on what to do. The regimental chaplain who came back made a brutal decision, without any specific orders he fell back on the guidelines set in medieval times during the Inquisition.

The two captured soldiers were to be tried for heresy, and every elven man, woman, and child was to be purged thus cleansing the land of their demonic filth.   

All of them were sentenced to death by hanging, one of the worst possible ways to die as a Siglaeist, as your soul is trapped within the body unable to even reach Remiel for judgement.

From there we know that the executions were carried out without question before Burjionese forces left the area and moved further into Eclenian territory.

When Eclenian reinforcements arrived in town the next day, they were met by a horrifying sight. Everywhere bodies could be hung, they were, hundreds of them lined the town. Trees, the rafters of buildings, even from the tip of Louhi’s spear innocent civilians were strung up. Among the dead were all nine of Sanor’s men who had remained in town.


Word of the incident spread like wildfire through both the Eclenian and Burjionese armies and public. The Eclenian newspapers called it the New Hilomatra Massacre, and warned that the Burjionese were invading to slaughter every citizen in Eclenia no matter who they were.

The Burjionese on the other hand called it a victory for good, and the first step to saving Antilonica from the grasp of evil.

Following the New Hilomatra Massacre, Burjionese forces began meeting significantly stiffer resistance, not just from the sporadically positioned Eclenian garrisons, but from locally raised Auxiliary forces riled up by rumors that Burjionese forces were killing any and all people they came across.

Battles in these early days were spread out skirmishes as Eclenian Legionnaires employed Light Infantry tactics against the Burjionese forces, and the local Auxiliaries conducted raids and ambushes wherever they could.

What the Burjionese expected to be a campaign of liberation became a brutal guerrilla war in which they were having to burn down villages displacing tens of thousands of the civilians they claimed to be coming to save.

Most of this action I’ve described took place in Antilonica, though the same was true in some areas of Mercia.

The Corps command in Mercia had been a bit more cautious following the threat of invasion and had actually mobilized a number of their garrisons, this led to more… civilized battles in the early months of the war compared the fighting in Antilonica.

Yes the proud Mercians were well known for being glory hungry and their actions in the early days of the war reflect this greatly.

The Mercian Third Corps Legionnaires of the garrisons mobilized did not simply ready themselves and their areas of operation for coming warfare. No. The brave Mercians no matter how few in number, whether it be a regiment or even a single company, they met the Burjionese in open combat.

The equally brave and zealous Burjionese were proud to meet their enemies muzzle to muzzle on the honourable fields of battle.

This as you might imagine did not bode well for the Mercians who stood their ground with strength and honor, only to be wiped off the face of Mithra by forces in most cases from ten to one hundred times their size.

By the time news reached the capital of the New Hilomatra Massacre, they had already taken in news that Mercian legionary casualties were staggering and that the Burjionese were only 40 kilometers from the Mercian Capital of Redris.

By the end of the first month of the invasion, the Raguelan Army of Burjion had made great progress, they had eliminated hostile opposition in the southwestern half of Mercia and were now poised to besiege and take the Capital, Redris. The Royalist Army of King Salome on the other hand was having trouble fighting in Antilonica where the term surrender had evaporated from the Antilonican vocabulary.

No matter the Army, Raguelan or Royalist, the Burjionese soldier was a valiant one, but there were perks to being with the Raguelans for sure. In general the Raguelan army was significantly better equipped than the Royalists in everything but weaponry. What the Royalists lacked in equipment however they made up for with dragon scaled determination and the leadership of their new and true King Salome who was a great tactician.

Speaking of Salome, while it had been him who had lit the fires to start this war, from what I have been able to gain from accounts of those close to him (The few I could get my hands on) show him to have not been very happy about fighting it. In general I think Salome understood very well just how much of a beating his country had taken already and by the way the Eclenians were fighting back, he realized taking Antilonica and Mercia was not going to be easy if it was even possible.

While this is just speculation, from Salome’s extensive knowledge in propaganda warfare, I think he saw the New Hilomatra Massacre for what it was, as being one of the worst defeats for his cause in the opening weeks of the war. On top of that I believe his true objectives for this war were number one to bring the Burjionese people together after being divided for so long, and second was to beat one of the most powerful empires on the continent in open battle to prove that his nation was not to be trifled with as it had in previous centuries lest they face the talons of Raguel. Conquering Eclenia’s western provinces was an afterthought.

The Royalist Army of King Salome continued on under terrible conditions fighting against the Antilonicans at every turn, if for no other reason than to support the successful push by the Raguelans towards the Mercian Capital of Redris.

By the end of the first year of the war, the Royalists had secured most of Antilonica, and the Raguelans were entrenched in a siege at Redris against the a down and out but better organised force of the Eclenian Army.

During this great siege of Redris, one of the most famous in Eclenian history for the heroism not of its soldiers but of the brave citizens who took on so much to keep the city’s defenses up. Among them was the great healer, Doctor Korrina Marys, a half-elf mage and medical doctor known as the Angel of Redris. She eventually volunteered in the Eclenian Medical Corps as an army surgeon which gave her the rank of major, but she never once responded to being called by her rank.

By the third summer of the war, two and half years after it’s beginning, Eclenian forces broke the siege and rolled the Burjionese army all the way back to their borders. The Emperor Jyris then in a surprisingly peaceful move offered the Burjionese a white peace. A peace which I have found record that King Salome wanted to take, as did his Royalist army. The Incarnate of Raguel on the other hand, had other plans. He had become so blinded by the pleasure of bloody conquest that he would not accept any peace with the Eclenians so long as Mercia was still in their hands. If there was anyone the people trusted more than Salome, it was Raguel, and he wanted the war to continue.

So began the next chapter in Burjion’s suffering as the armies of Raguel and the King threw themselves upon the now well defended border defenses of Eclenia. King Salome refusing to break his code of honour personally led his men into enemy fire time and time again. That was until one fateful battle in 1773, while leading a charge on the exposed Eclenian flank, King Salome was shot from off his horse and fell on the field. His men who thought he was dead continued the assault without him before being driven off by an Eclenian counter attack. It was then that fate smiled on the King when he was found by Doctor Marys who came upon Salome in a moment when he was making peace with himself preparing for death. According to multiple accounts she stood over him and said, “Do you want to live, King of Burjion?” and while this is more debated, he replied “Yes.”

When they brought him back to the field hospital, just before Marys began surgery Salome told her that he could not break his code of honour by allowing her to save him with magic. Marys replied she would not break hers by letting him die, before promptly punching Salome square in the face knocking him unconscious. When asked about why she punched him she answered, “He can’t break his code of honour if he doesn’t know I used magic to save him.”

Salome would spend another three months behind enemy lines under treatment of Doctor Marys. Needless to say not a soul in Burjion heard that their King was not only possibly saved by magic, but magic wielded by an elf. While he had survived what otherwise would have killed him, he was still crippled by it, he had to walk with a cane, and he was unable to mount a horse, or walk up or down stairs on his own. He also lived with severe pain for the rest of his life that I can barely imagine. He would never lead troops on the field again. To be honest though that part probably worked more in his favour.

Following his return to Burjion, Salome put down his sword and even with the war still on began to put his other dreams into action. To start he began a massive movement of education sending teachers all across the nation with the express purpose of tutoring the people in reading and writing. His goal, to eliminate illiteracy in Burjion. To his credit, by Salome’s death, national literacy rates in Burjion raised from thirty four percent, to ninety four percent. Aside from that, Salome launched efforts to increase Burjion’s manufacturing sector, laying foundations for an increase of living conditions in cities and production center building projects. While most of these projects would never come to fruition he did his best. Most important of all to the people, Salome passed laws protecting the rights of food for the farmers of Burjion swearing that the Kingdom would never be allowed to confiscate more than a third of a crop for the state, the rest was by divine right theirs. While this move was well supported there were concerns that it could cause problems in the future. Salome’s response to this led to an event which most who wish to call Mikkel Salome a monster point to as evidence. The King laid the foundation for the State Mega-farms of Burjion. A protective measure to ensure the people of Burjion would never starve again no matter what happened. The populaces of Lepesons in Burjion who had so long been begrudgingly left alone were to be used as a resource in producing ludicrous amounts of food which could be used to protect the people of Burjion, as well as a massive source of revenue by trading to other nations not least of which were countries in the north and the Empire of Al-Uzza. The treatment of these ‘inhuman creatures’ was spoken of as such, “No better than you would treat the cattle in the pastures.”

Over the course of the century these Mega-Farms have been in operation, they have proven very cheap to maintain and have brought in unbelievable amounts of profit for the people of Burjion. Every penny on the backs of the suffering Lepesons.

On top of Salome’s original dreams, following his injury in the war with Eclenia, he worked tirelessly to bring the bloodshed to an end. Following the death of the Incarnate of Raguel, Riccard in 1798, Salome met with his successor, a boy no more than twelve. While the details of the meeting are unknown, rumor says that the old and proud Mikkel Salome begged this boy on his knees that he end the madness of his predecessor and finally bring peace to Burjion. And according to a number of accounts, the boy made a promise to the old king, swearing he would do his best to end the war which had by now gone on for decades. While Mikkel would never see it dying in 1803, the boy kept his promise, and in 1811 the Burjion-Eclenian War came to an end at the treaty of Redris. Something that is terribly unfortunate is that most historians to this day have placed all of the credit for ending the conflict on the young Incarnate of Raguel, and place all of the blame for the war upon the Royalists.

Finally after such a long time of blood and suffering, it seemed that Burjion would finally be at peace. But reality is far less kind than one would hope. The new King Raymmond Delarou Salome, the supposed last of the true royal bloodline of Burjion had spent much of his youth serving at the head of Royalist troops in the war with Eclenia and the loss had brought him much shame. He sought to bring a pride of victory to his people, and regain the territories lost by the old kingdom during the civil war. In 1816 he launched Burjion into yet another bloodbath seeking honour and glory for a nation which needed time to rest and heal. But that is a tale for another day.

I hope you have enjoyed the second part of the history of Burjion, and I look forward to reading your feedback.


Just to make sure you all see that this is here. To our friends @Elbbsas @Gattoartico and @Gerrick
I'd love to hear your thoughts on this most recent history series.  8) Thanks and hope you all have a great day.
Title: The Lore of Mithra
Post by: Gattoartico on November 20, 2017, 12:02:26 AM
Oh look guys I finally got around to using my laptop.

Now lets get down to this.

Overall I love how you give reasons for how each of the Attendants are structured.

 I agree with Elb when it comes to the repetition of the phrase "most Important".

I really don't have much to say critically when it comes to Mikkel Salome. Your description of his campaigns are delightful and really give one a quality mental image of what's going on. I like how you end it off, setting the stage for the next chunk Fortis.

Now these are the only two things that I picked out and wanted to mention specifically.


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Disease is the price of the human condition, only her allowing you to die may give you release from her beautiful curse. Whether you have been pious enough to avoid eternal damnation in the form of wandering the earth until it too crumbles to dust is usually not up to her unless you are one of her followers.

I'm sorry Crushita are you telling me there are immortals in this world?

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Famriel is perhaps the most benevolent of all Attendants and it is said that her wings hold back Jerahmeels true wrath.

Winged Salmon. You don't see those everyday. Are the Atttendants all winged entities?(Or did you say that in an earlier post but I'm just too blind to have noticed that)
Title: The Lore of Mithra
Post by: Crushita on November 20, 2017, 02:32:08 AM
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Disease is the price of the human condition, only her allowing you to die may give you release from her beautiful curse. Whether you have been pious enough to avoid eternal damnation in the form of wandering the earth until it too crumbles to dust is usually not up to her unless you are one of her followers.

I'm sorry Crushita are you telling me there are immortals in this world?

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Famriel is perhaps the most benevolent of all Attendants and it is said that her wings hold back Jerahmeels true wrath.

Winged Salmon. You don't see those everyday. Are the Atttendants all winged entities?(Or did you say that in an earlier post but I'm just too blind to have noticed that)

Well first off thank you for reading! On your first point I am not, I simply never got into the part about the Siglaeists afterlife. To Siglaeists there is no hell, but if you are not pious enough to be picked up by Remiel then your soul is to wander the earth for all eternity. Always able to see the world but unable to interact with it, for the most part. I won't get into more of this though because thats for the next post!

On your second point, not necessarily. Depictions can be a bit wonky though, ask the Ophanim.
Title: The Lore of Mithra
Post by: Fortis Scriptor on December 11, 2017, 09:24:01 AM
Hello Wintreathans, Fortis here with a quick announcement. I have been quite the busy writer and worldbuilder of late. I've been actively working on my book, and more importantly for this thread I have continued working on a fair amount of lore. The next post on the History of Burjion should be out before Christmas, and the first post on the History of Soeria should be out before the end of January 2018. But, I've recently gone back and taken a look at the older series, the History of Eclenia in particular, and I think it's time for an update. So this month, aside from the History of Burjion, I will be doing a more in depth dive series on the lore and history of Eclenia which means I will probably be removing the old history series, (unless anyone has an issue with that.)

To get you guys hyped up here's a map of the territory of the Eclenian Heartlands
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(https://i.imgur.com/tAvp4AI.jpg)
Title: The Lore of Mithra
Post by: Gattoartico on December 13, 2017, 11:02:18 PM
Who made that map?


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Title: The Lore of Mithra
Post by: Fortis Scriptor on December 14, 2017, 12:09:19 AM
I did, using the browser based Inkarnate map maker.  8)
Title: The Lore of Mithra
Post by: Gattoartico on December 14, 2017, 06:02:23 AM
I did, using the browser based Inkarnate map maker.  8)

Don’t mind me while I go have a looksee at it. I always need updated maps. Especially since an entire continent is shaped wrong on the zoomed map in comparison to the world map.


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