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The History Records; A brief telling of how Rhianore entered into its current era
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Topic Started: Jan 28 2013, 07:15 PM (104 Views)
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Jan 28 2013, 07:15 PM
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More than three centuries ago, Sabethne of Bascalen made it her goal to unite the continent under one rule—her own. Already a promising young queen, Sabethne had an easy task of convincing her knight commanders of the glory to be had with this venture. They had fine wizards and alchemists and a court full of noble, intrepid knights. The only thing they lacked was a proper army.
And so an alliance was struck with Haldarri. Appealing to the rougher humans, Sabethne employed her wiles, promising them wealth and influence in the new era. It was not enough for them—the king of Haldarri demanded blood ties and some sort of contract that would live on after their deaths. Queen Sabethne was married to King Galrad of Haldarri, and a concord was drafted that promised that the knight commander of the new kingdom’s army would always be a Haldarran.
Haldarri assembled with the ranks of Bascalen, and war was struck. Sorlagh was Queen Sabethne’s first campaign, because the stone skin of the tribespeople of Sorlagh would be a useful addition to the army. Unorganized and caught unawares, Sorlagh folded quickly beneath the assault and the stoneskin men found themselves turned into the aforementioned useful soldiers. Most were unwilling, but accepting that they were outmatched, had little choice but to submit.
By the time they organized the new ranks of Sorlaghans and launched their campaign into Ytherriel, Queen Sabethne had given birth to twins. The princess was called Kimbria, the prince Rhiandred, and they were left in the care of a governess while she returned to war.
The campaigns, in all, lasted the course of nineteen years. Knowing well the Dragonriders’ policy of neutrality, it was not until the improbable happened—Sidhukar allied itself with longtime enemy Uruthe—that Queen Sabethne attempted to recruit them onto her side. The commander of that time, a wood elf called Lord Ismarach, thrice rejected her propositions. Frustrated, but with Ytherriel and Sorlagh already under her belt, Sabethne simply rallied her forces and forged onward to finish what she had started.
When Uruthe unexpectedly and meekly surrendered, Sabethne was encouraged that the end of the war was near. And it indeed turned out to be in its final days, but she was not counting on Sidhukar’s rage over Uruthe’s betrayal of their alliance. The battles that followed were harsh and bloody, spanning across several kingdoms, and Queen Sabethne was killed in one of them. It is said that the new queen, Kimbria, had arrived at the battlegrounds in arms before her mother’s body had reached Belgrimir.
A group of strange warriors followed on Queen Kimbria’s heels. Among them was a man said to be her lover, a Dragonrider known as Zabrian, but his dragon, Nhaethlal, was not seen. The dragon’s absence was noted for many different reasons—chief among them were that a Rider is rarely seen without his bonded dragon, and that Nhaethlal was a shadowdragon, a rare and elusive breed. If one had been soaring above the battlefields, it surely would have gone into the records.
What did go into the records was the story of the strange men and women with inhuman eyes and bright, bright hair who wielded a level of arcane power that the Archwizard of Belgrimir could not even hope to possess. Those men and women have never been seen again, but there are many who swear that the turning force in the end of the war was a small force of many known Dragonriders, leading some to speculate that the dragons were present at the battle after all, and that somehow, Kimbria had managed to persuade them where her mother had failed… Nonetheless, there has never been any evidence that the dragons wield the power to shapeshift, and the story has long been cast aside as a fanciful legend of the war, even by the Dragonriders themselves, who dismiss it as idle nonsense.
Still, the war was won in the favor of Bascalen and Haldarri, and Kimbria returned to Belgrimir the conquering queen. The plans for the city of Rhodanion were laid out, and Queen Kimbria chose a new name to encompass the whole of the newly-forged kingdom—Rhianore, after her twin brother, Prince Rhiandred, who had died of a plague years before.
So smug was she in the conquest begotten by her mother and finished by her own hand, Queen Kimbria swiftly forged a new calendar, creating a new era for Bascalen’s reign.
The game begins in the year 362.
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