"The Charred Earth Of Ole Nocterix.."
Horrors were an understatement to account to the vast conceptions contrived of Ole Nocterix's earthly compounds. For those that had appointed themselves scholarships of the black histories of the 'Night Realm', were hardly prudent in their own right. This was not the fault of mortal, nor immortal beings that had inhabited the wholesomeness of this land since before, or beyond record. Much of the ancient realms truths had been left buried beneath the perplexing mysteries of supposed agents that had taken account for the lands creation through various tale spoke against tale. Among these figures, there had been several gods, though knowing which god from the other, seemed like an only further derailing of the greater entitlement of which god was among the true. A question that bore no real answer, only devices desperately clinging to more cynical outlooks. That was because those that lived or 'invaded' within the essence of Ole Nocterix, were ever so quick to disclose truths spoken of their beliefs.
Among rumor and near unending mystery for those inhabiting this realm of dusk and brimstone to uncover, there were some subtle truths that served to form guidance to civilization. Although those truths had not come without fray. For even men, the youngest of the 'living' residence of this realm, there was discrepancy. Despite their nature, humans had always been quick to point the finger of blame at the invasion of some other presence, their own nature gloried, absolute, and authorized by the threads that spun their very own essence. This earth did not belong to them, contrary to the rights and claims they had declared or demanded upon the strength of feuds of steel, or aristocracy of supposed royalty - another concept that felt near derived from the more feeble complexities of their own nature and necessity for declaring significance. This earth had not been made solely for them, and yet they deemed themselves worthy of such ideals as righteous inquisition and unrelenting arrogance. In some ways it was right of them to do just this. In others this sense of power craving inquiry may very well be the first of many keys that opened inevitable dooms of their own demise and the cataclysms that may transpire them. It was this particular sense of arrogance that had led to intrigue by their foes. For the foes of humanity seemed to enlist beyond simplest measure.
Fiends, monsters, demons, even themselves and beyond, bound in opposition to the only species maintained by the subject of it's own mortality and the essence of it's fundamental qualities alone. Though in those humanity would remain indomitably true to the nature imbued within it. Humans, though strong of will and prosperous through population, were not the predominate species within this realm of arcane quality. Had this been so, the great tragedies that laid always ahead of them would be void of their threat, if only such fantastical ideals could be conjured by wish or desire. Knowledge, power, adaption, and civility on their side, they still remained entrenched by their own inevitable mortal circumstances, as their enemies of all places and all inhuman qualities had used this, above all against them. Although knowing when and how this threat of catastrophic meddling might affect them, was always the most dangerous of theories and concern spoken of those who may very well see their misfortune, as karma to a much greater means of lesson that may be understood within that disaster..
'Kalassa'. The birth region of mortals. The seed where the garden of humanity had been placed, to spread and grow beyond the presence of other life, often overlooked or just dematerialized entirely, once ideals and principles found light into the mind of first humans. A place where the first of men and women had first set foundation and stature to their generations to follow. A place that had grown prosperous by discovery, knowledge and will to stride beyond that in which seemed like the limit, only to span further and beyond, to new heights or desirable prosperity and civilization. Humans were cunning with their ability to adapt. Their civilizations ever changing and their presence ever growing. Although among their strengths, they bore a plentiful more weaknesses as the conditions of mortality were for all of those given it's gift of precious life. Economy caused them to turn on one another. Separation had resolved to resentment for the brotherhoods and sisterhoods of their kinds, and the ultimate peak of their arrogance had led them to seclude themselves by the right of 'faction', or rule of 'reign'. For together they were powerful. A threat even to the ancient breeds that lived within the dusky earth of Ole Nocterix's vast terrains and estranged regions, or had seemingly for portals from beyond these archaic components of the colossal earth. Though by division, their competence had proven to wither indefinitely, as their perception became ultimately enshrouded by the defect of their own conceit.
The empires of Kalassa had grown vast. So vast that in fact their stretch of reach of cities and towns, had split adrift into several other regions that made up the outer and much more barren territories of the 'charred earth' - or so the name had been teased by those believing the ancient rumors behind the foundation origins of Ole Nocterix's creation. Their unity divided, the right of man had come to know the difference of others, as their stone towers and castles expanded beyond the limit of their grasp. With such expansion they had been doomed to discover more then they could ever possibly imagine. Their politics and self righteous sense of entitlement did not save them from the first 'Night War's' among the undead and worse. Their worst antagonists, those defined by the unknown, which slumbered in the darkest reaches and strides of the ancient earth and connections to realms it may umbilic, beyond. The humans decreed these others, these enemies of their own, as the 'shade touched', regardless of distinction or particular species. By the decree of men these outsiders were perceived as evil, abnormal and unethical bonds, by the practice of their traditions that opposed that of the mortals own and seemed to contrast and misconstrue the orders and principles placed into this earth by man. Naturally their ignorance led them to fear, their fear to assault and their assault to feud. It was during the first years of the Night War's that humans discovered their own limits against the wrath of their shadow foes, as the subtle ignorance of man began to spoil and bleed into an ocean of their deepest revelation yet. Although perhaps the most worrisome conclusion was accepting the flooding of that ocean, and understanding it would be forever beyond their control.
Eons had passed since the first ages of men and their feuds against fiends only branded as the 'Shade Touched'. While the strength of will carried through mortal generations had endured the struggles damned upon them by their sense of otherworldly opposition, this aegis of solidarity did not come without wither. Many lives had been lost. Entire cities lost to the ruins of history and war. Great conflicts rose from the disputes of Ximenes only spoken of in the most dire of context, or by the speak of legend or myth, scribbled curiously into tome for warning of failures that must not find repetition to those that may follow. Much had changed since the first ages of men and their rise to glory and fall to decimation, but what had not remained unchanged was their passion and aspiration to take back what had once been there's from the onslaught of their infernal foes..
