"History is a set of lies agreed upon."
- Napoleon Bonaparte
Three factions - one country. Division and war.
This is the tale of Alencia - a once great land that succumbed to a great fall eons ago. A fall brought about by magic, betrayal, and an awakened beast from within the earth. It was three hundred years ago- yet evidence of the dastardly deed remains forever preserved in books, stories, and in history. Time numbs all pain, however. Fear of another awakening is ever-present in the hearts of those who know the terrors that magic and the arcane arts can bring, and of the curses that come with such a powerful force.
Due to the events that nearly wiped Alencia from existence some ages ago, a division was made by those who wished to destroy magic and those who wished to preserve it. The country was torn between itself, and in order to preserve peace and order, the elders came to a hurried conclusion: they would divide the country into three factions with varied cultures and beliefs. The factions would uphold the peace of Alencia and would meet yearly as a council that would decide the fate of the land and its people.
However, the peace in Alencia is nothing but a facade. Beneath the alliance is a rivalry and festering hatred fueled by disagreement and clashing opinions. The factions struggle to stand united, simply because a country at war with itself is doomed to unravel at the seams, so they continue with their unstable alliance and false words of trust. Their treaties made of nothing but paper and words, which are oh so easy to break.
If only the stakes weren't so high.
The deities have spoken and appeared to the select few called the prophets. A bigger threat looms over the horizon and the chains of distrust must be shattered. A country is only strong when united. A war can only be won when people come together and fight as one.
If only the factions would realize this, and stop believing the falsities they have told time and time again.
For they are all sitting upon a Throne of Lies
- Napoleon Bonaparte
Three factions - one country. Division and war.
This is the tale of Alencia - a once great land that succumbed to a great fall eons ago. A fall brought about by magic, betrayal, and an awakened beast from within the earth. It was three hundred years ago- yet evidence of the dastardly deed remains forever preserved in books, stories, and in history. Time numbs all pain, however. Fear of another awakening is ever-present in the hearts of those who know the terrors that magic and the arcane arts can bring, and of the curses that come with such a powerful force.
Due to the events that nearly wiped Alencia from existence some ages ago, a division was made by those who wished to destroy magic and those who wished to preserve it. The country was torn between itself, and in order to preserve peace and order, the elders came to a hurried conclusion: they would divide the country into three factions with varied cultures and beliefs. The factions would uphold the peace of Alencia and would meet yearly as a council that would decide the fate of the land and its people.
However, the peace in Alencia is nothing but a facade. Beneath the alliance is a rivalry and festering hatred fueled by disagreement and clashing opinions. The factions struggle to stand united, simply because a country at war with itself is doomed to unravel at the seams, so they continue with their unstable alliance and false words of trust. Their treaties made of nothing but paper and words, which are oh so easy to break.
If only the stakes weren't so high.
The deities have spoken and appeared to the select few called the prophets. A bigger threat looms over the horizon and the chains of distrust must be shattered. A country is only strong when united. A war can only be won when people come together and fight as one.
If only the factions would realize this, and stop believing the falsities they have told time and time again.
For they are all sitting upon a Throne of Lies