”Welcome to the world of Ariestos twil Czaysor, simply known by the inhabitants as Ariestos. It is a world that has a long, harsh history and violent, horrific bloody wars. But, lets not go into the nasty stuff just yet. Oh no. I have so many wonderful things to tell you about my beautiful, incredible homeland.”
”About 900 years ago this world was called Vebrant and it was duly named. It was a world of incredible, botanical and industrial garden. There were enormous forests full of so many different sorts of life, from creature to treekin; it was a world full of tranquil diversity. Everyone was so happy. I remember those days. Those lofty years I spent tending to my crafts and enjoying the conversations with my friends. It was paradise. People were free and able to make their own decisions. No one was ever hungry or had to struggle to survive. We all helped each other. We relied on each other. Our lives were safe and secure. The woods could sometimes be scary, sure, but there was nothing that was too bad. It was the sort of place where you could be who you were and become whatever you wanted. It was the sort of place where your happiness was your goal. I really, really miss it. Alright. I know. I have to tell you. I have to tell you about Ariestos.”
”Magic. It was a rare and almost mythical force. Sometimes things happened without reason, sure, but we always assumed there was some sort of explanation that was just beyond our grasp at the moment. We always relied on our technology and our logic and our reasons for everything. It was how we could calmly take the unexplained lightly. We always thought: ‘With a little research, time and patience we will understand it’, but we were wrong. We were so wrong. Magic does exist. Had we known...Had we only seen it coming...We could have stopped Ariestos twil Czaysor.
He destroyed our world. He burned it to the ground with his magic. Our entire civilization...Our way of life was all razed by his incredible might. Our weapons, our homes, even our nations were all completely devoured by his wicked powers. Even when we managed to establish a force to fight him with he defeated all of us. There was no possible way to stand against his might. He killed so many...So many of my friends, family and...Even my precious daughter Elza. Ariestos twil Czaysor was a mear mortal, a young human boy, that was born with magic. I don’t quite know his upbringing, but I do know that he held the might, all on his own, to destroy countries by himself. Magic ended us. It completely and assuredly ended us.”
”He ruled over us. He controlled us and commanded us. I watched my friends fade away from age and slavery. He destroyed our cities and demanded we rebuild in his own likeness. Technology became forbidden and there was no higher authority other than his own. He completely governed the entire planet, all on his own. My people, my beloved people, endured hardships they were completely unprepared for. Hunger, the cold, the heat, poverty, sickness...There was so much pain in our world. So much agonizing misery that...Quite honestly my heart aches to speak of it. So I will tell you what happened. It happened 22 years after Ariestos’ ascension.”
”Another witch was born. Her name was Undust the Wyvern. She was raised in secret, in attempt to create a weapon to combat Ariestos with, however he eventually found out. He sought to destroy her, however, at the young age of 8, she destroyed him. We thought we were all free. That this nightmare was over, but it wasn’t. Undust, at the young age of 8, replaced Ariestos as the supreme sovereign of all the land. None could question her might. We thought that maybe we could outlast her. That maybe, just maybe, this would all settle itself out. Undust ruled the entirety of Ariestos for 358 years unchallenged.”
”Witches did not die of old age.
Witches could not be killed with weapons or elements.
Witches could not be poisoned.
Witches did not sleep.”
”Many started to lose track of what our world used to be. What Vebrant used to be like. They just adjusted and lived under the tyranny of ‘Undust the Unjust’. People became used to this life. This life of living under the beck and call of an almighty force that they had no place to question. Our happiness was replaced with pain and servitude and all our hopes died and withered. We were a helpless people. I don’t know how many times I cried and prayed for salvation...It never would come. Not for many ages more.”
”During Undust’s time, another 2 witches came to light. Kind Meriella and Pheoraye. Undust was successful in recruiting these witches under her and taught them the art of being tyrants. They were exceptionally cruel. Kind Meriella was the worst of them all. She enjoyed torturing children and burning down villages. Pheoraye was exceptionally paranoid. She was vigilant for technology and rebellion and her existence alone created enough fear to keep most in check. They were an alignment of powerful, wicked evil. Unfortunately, they were both too evil for even Undust.”
”The three witches caught wind of a fourth witch being born and they fought over who would tutor her. Eventually, this fight became a struggle for independence and a declaration of war. The three built up armies, using humans as their shields, and fought tirelessly for 20 years. Those were truly hellish times. The suffering that man endured during those times...It is indescribable. I cannot even begin to explain to you what it was like. It was...Beyond reality. The pain was so strong that I felt that it transcended space and time. The fourth witch, Fatima, was the one that ended the Witch Wars.”
”I don’t entirely remember what happened immediately after the wars. Sorry about this, I am a little old you see. I am pretty sure that Fatima managed to bring the 3 witches together, for a time, and they obeyed their elder, Undust. It was until Undust found herself obsessing over a mortal...He…What was his name? Durada? No. It was Dermayos? Sorry. The name eludes me. However, this man was a strong man. A man that never wavered. He held a will that exceeded all humans before him. She met him during the Witch Wars. He was her general. He was as handsome as he was strong and his gift attracted her beside his unbreakable strength.”
”The two, in secret, conspired. It was, as stated by Undust, forbidden to ever fraternize with humans. However, she broke her own rule and found herself with a child. Undust concealed her pregnancy as best she could, but when Meriella and Pheoraye found out it was war all over again. They killed that man and Undust’s forces were left scrambled, however she maintained. Even with her belly enlarged and her heart shattered she still commanded the greatest experience in combat.”
”When it was time for Undust to give birth she had Fatmia with her. Fatima, looking into the eyes of that child, knew she was blessed with magic. That young girl would be the first and only child born half witch and half human. None of the other witches held the power to have children. Fatima took that child and sacrificed all her magic to seal her away in a forest. Fatima would die by the hands of Meriella and Undust would die to Pheoraye.”
”It would be another 500 years before the witches would be ever challenged again. In that time only two witches were born, but Meriella and Pheoraye were always careful with them. They established territory. Pheoraye commanded the South, Meriella commanded the North, Verdoux, the third witch, rules over the East and Semenai, the fourth witch, rules over the West. The world was divided into nations, which hadn’t happened for centuries, with the ruling witches commanding their territories however they decided. It wouldn’t be until 483 years after the death of Undust that the humans would, finally reaching their breaking point, decide to fight back again.”
”The Second Witch Wars was one in which, for the first time in our world’s history, a witch did not head. It was the humans vs. the witches and the humans had a fighting chance. Their rebellion was one that was of gore and sacrifice. The witches, having lost many of their human puppets to use in war, created many magical creatures and dark weapons to keep up with the human strength. The witches would win, once again, and this time the consequences would be severe.”
”As punishment for their rebellion, the humans were stripped of 50% of the population. That was 225 Million individuals that were erased from the world, Meriella did not make light of this action either. The remaining 225 million would be forced to wear collars the moment they become adults that would render them the slaves of the witches and many of the witch’s devices.”
”That was 17 years ago. The human rebellion was smashed and a lot of hope was crushed with it, but there are still many that hold an unnatural fire in their eyes. A superior strength within them that wishes for nothing more than to be rid of all this tyranny. The desire to be free. Old myths of a time before Witches keep children growing up hungry for freedom. It is this hope that refuses to yield to the witches. Even as they are shackled and restrained, this hope endures. I know that this hope will find its way to one day finally saving all of our world. I know it will happen. I know that, one day, there will come a time when this entire world will be free from all the pain and misery and all the heartache. The loss of half the population was only 17 years ago. It has greatly broken the strength of men, but it also gives them an unrelenting hatred of the witches. A hatred that will, someday, guide them to their eventual victory.”
”I’ve told you. I told you it wasn’t pleasant. It shames me to have to explain all this to you. Really, it makes my beloved world sound dark and tragic. Truly, it is, however it is not a side that I enjoy presenting. Even in darkness there is an ever brilliant flame that burns away, consuming the shadows. I believe strongly in this. No matter how hard my people have been pushed or dragged, they are still here. They are living their lives. They may not believe things will be better now, or even later, but there is a possibility of a distant tomorrow. They know this. I know this. You should know this too. Don’t you see it? See that small little ember? See it smoldering in distant, long washed ashes. However, that little ember survived being doused by water and ran over by rain. It survived thanks to the heat of it’s long since extinguished kin and burns on, just barely, with a noticeable brilliance. With the right amount of energy it could become an enormous firestorm. I will never lose hope in my people. So long as they live I know their courage will find a way to manifest itself.”
”It’s time to go,”
”Ah, my apologies. I am being summoned. I wish you luck in all your endeavors. I wish that you, strong hearted one, are one of the few that can make it through all these troubles. That you are the one that finally destroys these horrific chains that have bound you for centuries. I have faith that the time is coming. I haven’t felt anything like this in a long time. Not since the humans rose up and declared their rebellion. No. I know that this era is not over. The Second Witch War is not over yet. Please...Fight. You must fight. I know that you have the strength and the power to do it. All you need is your will. Hold onto hope, endure the gnawing pain of resistance, and fight. Fight for yourself, your people, and your futures. I know that you can do it. No matter how bleak this small little ember may seem it is fire nonetheless.”
”I know you can do it. You all are my hope, afterall.”