The Fight For Erius
History of Erius
The first to be created were the Immortal Elves. Tevinteer left The Veil and made them in his own image. For centuries they lived in peace, building a civilisation like no other. Ilien and Arissa were his favourite son and daughter and great teachers and scholars in their own right. Ilien was strong, courageous and hungered for knowledge. Arissa was calm, tranquil and an excellent reader of emotions. Tevinteer shared all with his children; all except the secrets of The Veil.
As the years progressed, Ilien and Arissa gathered hundreds of Elves and built vast ships to leave their homeland and travel the great seas. Tevinteer warned them not to leave, telling them that he could not watch over them across the great seas, but they insisted on leaving as they yearned to see what lived beyond their shores. After months at sea they arrived at Erius, the continent of man. Together the Elves began to civilise the barbaric humans, teaching them how to live in peace and build great cities. During this time they discovered a vast underground civilisation in the northern mountains which was home to the Dwarves. The Dwarves wanted little to do with the Elves and humans and so the Elves left them in peace.
As the years progressed, the humans began to grow in number and spread across the continent. They revered the Elves and all they had brought to Erius and soon some began to worship Ilien and Arissa. The humans erected temples to them and showered them with gifts. Ilien relished in the devotion of his followers and Arissa became troubled by her brother’s growing ego. Over the years the two siblings began to grow apart and a great divide soon split the Elves of Erius. Arissa walked with the humans, teaching them and guiding them whilst Ilien chose to rule with a firm hand. Ilien grew frustrated with his sister’s chosen path and started secretly researching a way to access The Veil so that he could use its power to rule Erius in its entirety. By the time Arissa realised what was happening, it was too late: Ilien was preparing to merge The Veil with Erius.
Little is known of what followed, but it is told in the chronicles that two large elven armies met in the region now known as Darkmoon Wood. Ilien’s army was no match for Arissa’s, but it did what he had hoped and delayed Arissa long enough for Ilien to open the portal. By the time Arissa entered Ilien’s stronghold it was too late. Arissa could feel the energies from The Veil flowing into the very fabric of Erius. She could see the landscape changing around her and those humans she had brought with her metamorphosed before her eyes to the sound of screams. The Lizardfolk were born. It is believed that Arissa sacrificed herself to destroy Ilien and stop the merge, however The Veil and Erius were already permanently linked. Magic now flowed through Erius.
The few Elves left in Erius were unable to return home for they no longer knew where it was. Out of shame they settled in seclusion in the Eastern city of Thaldur, the old seat of Arissa. From there they still watch Erius.
Many centuries came and went since the fall of Ilien and the humans began to prosper on their own. Arissa continued to be worshiped as the saviour of mankind and her priests founded The Church of Arissa and used it to spread the word of Arissa. The Churches templars helped police and control the magic which now flowed through Erius and exterminated those who were corrupted by it. In order to effectively police mages, The Church establish The Coven which would formally train those wanting to be Mages and gather information on the Veil.
The humans started to trade with the Dwarves and even forged a tentative alliance with the Lizardfolk of Darkmoon Wood. However, many saw the Lizardfolk as lesser beings, created in a time of turmoil and therefore untrustworthy. Countless were slain or sold into slavery over the coming years and the majority of humans turned a blind eye. Only The Church of Arissa held the world of man together and as the human cities grew and developed, so did the corruption and the hunger for power. Humans began to squabble and rifts formed. Self-proclaimed Lords took control of regions and corruption soon became rampant. During all of this, no one noticed the darkness growing in the north. Stories of killings and missing people soon reached the big cities, but they were ignored. Soon after the dark army, led by an undead creature called Kreith, swept through the Dwarven Halls. The horde was comprised of creatures never before seen in Erius and soon people realised that they must have come from The Veil. They included the walking dead, demonspawn, Orcs and huge beasts and were called The Shadow. The dwarves were taken by surprise and took massive casulaties before they could rally enough troops to stem the tide. Meanwhile, the humans squabbled amongst themselves, more interested in their petty territorial disputes then the threat that was cutting down their neighbours and moving ever closer to their doorstep.
It was a young half-elf, Sabatine of Lyrendell, who rallied the armies of Man. To this day it isn’t know if he had magical aid or was just possessed of amazing charisma, but he marched through the human lands and whole legions deserted to follow him. As his forces grew, the leaders of the latter kingdoms he marched through joined him so they would not lose face by having their armies desert.
By the time Sabatine reached the foothills of Kargeth Tor, the Dwarven people had all but retreated to Kargeth Eil. The dark army was killing off those Dwarves it could find, and preparing to march out of the mountains. The resulting fight was devastating to both sides as battle upon battle raged in valleys and passes, leaving little room to maneuver and seeing man and monster crash against each other and fall. Eventually, Sabatine forced his way through the enemy army to meet Kreith in single combat. The battle raged for all night and it was as the first rays of the dawn sun struck the battlefield that Sabatine delivered the final blow. Kreith crumbled to dust, as did a large portion of his army, the remainder of which fled back into the mountains.
Sabatine was a hero, with the remains of the largest army in history at his back, and a slow burning anger at the petty feuds that had delayed the entrance of Man into the war. The Dwarven people were a wounded race, they might recover, but it would take centuries. Meanwhile, their ancestral homes were infested with the remains of an army of darkness. Refusing to allow something like this to happen again, he named himself Emperor.
Time passed. The Kingdoms of Man all swore fealty to Sabatine, although some took longer to agree than others. Soldiers were deployed to hunt down the monsters and slowly take back the mountains, very slowly. The rulers of the Kingdoms put aside their squabbles and dealt with the aftermath of the decimation of their male populations. Sabatine also freed the Lizardfolk and agreed that they could live in peace in the Darkmoon Wood and man would never take from them again.
Sabatine ruled for 250 years; blessed with long life from his Elven mother. However, like all men, he must eventually die. As an old man his grip on the Empire began to fail. At the heart of the Empire, his heirs maneuver for power.
In the Dominions, old squabbles began to flare up again.
On the northern borders, foul beasts still roamed free, and sometimes ventured down into the valleys to raid villages, or worse.
Beneath the streets of almost every city, evil is stirring, or so rumour says.
Cults are springing up all over the Empire, claiming all manor of things. Some promise power, others prepare for the end of the world.
The world is in turmoil.