Eurithan Timeline

The broken continent of Anderall had a strange set of arrivals in the wake of the War of the Colossus, in the form of interdimensional scars that grew into portals. From them emerged a whole host of new creatures and sentient life, of which have integrated into the world of Eurithan wholeheartedly, for better, for worse.   These Otherfolk, as they were once called, were a whole manner of strange beings, from sky-faring birdfolk to sea-dwelling merfolk, and Giants of all types, human-shaped or worm-shaped. Either way, life would adapt slowly as the land healed from the carnage, the wounds of the War and the Convergence still affecting many who survived.

The first settlement of the Kingdom of Marlow had its foundations laid and upon it a city like no other would grow from the earth.

Blood still fresh on his hands, Conláed turned his forces to the North, to the industrious land of Ganerion, alongside its several neighbouring lands to its east and west - Cartha, Aldmeria, and Nexalea.   First to fall to the tyrannical might of the emperor was the pious land of Aldmeria. A peaceful land of piety and communal spirits, where the governing faction was powered by celestials. These celestials, wishing to broker peace with the vile emperor, enacted a treaty that allowed occupation and integration within the empire, but was to remain its own theocracy and dictate its own laws, by the will of the Creators.

The great stone walls of Vathe began to tower amongst the Mytrasian barrens after the settlers of Tanwell began to venture into the west.

As Ganeria fell, Cartha saught to protect its borders. Fortifications erected along the coastlines, traps dug into deep wooded areas, soldiers well stocked. The people of Cartha, ruthless as the man who wished to claim them, with barbaric advancing tactics that would tear apart centurions and legions in their wake.   Yet, their strategies would only last so long, as their victories mounted they became more overconfident, confiding solely in their brute force attacks to instill fear within the ranks of the Novarians. Alas, this was to be their downfall...

The Novarians did not anticipate the dangerous lands of Nexalea, as they did the rugged landscapes of their previous expeditions. The tropical jungles that densely populated their lands brought a slew of disease, poisons, and death to the soldiers - clad in heavy, thickly padded, armour. With every step closer to the Nexalean tribal cities, the forces dwindled, overcome with dysentery and gangrenous sores.   The emperor, learning of this incursion, ventured into the jungles alone, in the hopes to broker a compromise with the tribe leaders. He was met with the same fate as his soldiers - cut down with poisonous blades. And, yet, the following months came and he returned. The Nexaleans, amazed, withheld their attacks and believed Novaris to be one of their Gods.   Novaris claimed Nexalea for his Empire, unbeknownst to the natives, and continued his search for new lands to conquer.

For years, Novaris continued his search for new lands to control, to rule, to own, and found them, at last. Decades of searching, he finally dispatched his soldiers, tens of thousands in rank, to a land before the Foglands - Leros.   This hostile place was barren of life, no societies, nor fauna, yet grew from its harsh soils rare and bountiful magical herbs. Soon, without delay, the magi that followed with the troops established their hold on the land, creating its first society - The Dominion of Leros. The Emperor, impressed at the mages’ entrepreneurialism awarded them with gold to trade with the rest of the colonies, exporting vast quantities of magical components and importing the necessary materials to build upon the land.   But something lurked in the shadows of night, searching for life, hunger unfounded...

The kingdom of Elysia, under the watchful eye of King Azoram Galador, sent out several galleons to search for a land to call its own beyond its home. After years of travel, soldiers uncovered the stunning lands of the Fosall Archipelago, then known as the New World. With word from the king, the soldiers landed upon its crystalline shores and began their diplomatic turned military campaign to claim the land.

After the final Western city was founded, the people turned to the hostile North for expansion. Thus began the harrowing second great expedition to the lands now known as Ailnoth. Deep snow, frostbite, and magical beasts were only some of the dangers the settlers faced, but those who survived founded one of the most mystical cities in the world.

After the Battle at Mount Jinokra, the wounded and exhausted Dural found refuge in its mountainous palace to begin its 500 year hibernation as it regenerated. The palace was sealed and nobody has seen the Colossus and its revered champions since, but offerings of good health are left to the mountainous stone doors in the hope that Dural will once again emerge.

For as long as Tanwell has stood, it lasted against wars and historical losses to royal lines, however, it was to be this final loss of the royal bloodline that would be the destruction of the ancient settlement. As the two sons of the House of Winter vanished, the rulers of Marlow had no heirs to turn to and soon death came for them. The resultant vacuum of power caused riots and internal conflict that tore the city asunder. All that remains is a ghost town populated by vicious bandits.

As the Novarian forces settled in Linwall and quashed sources of rebellion within Marlow's populace, the leading Generals decided to move on to the next Western kingdom - The Reach. Forces were deployed and soon the Novarians came face to face with Reacher warriors and a war of attrition began.

With the mild success of The Reach Advance, the campaign Generals plotted the next phase of the Novarian invasion - move on Mytras. The first landing on the Kingdom's soil was in the township of Rothermill, and quickly after a forward operating base was established within the ancient fortress of Airchalldun.   Now fully fortified and with reinforcments arriving within the next few months, the leading officer - Legionnaire Viracci - deployed centurions West towards the true capital of Mytras, Vathe. The conflicts that ensued were short but brutal, wiping villages and towns off of the map, but at a detrimental cost to the Novarian Front.   In time, the Front will recover its power and continue its assault on the Western Front.

As Mytras began to fall to the might of the Novarian army, the generals stationed in Marlow executed their plans to advance North into Duraheim, in the attempt to squash the local forces. Under-supplied and unconditioned to the weather, the advance was slow and suffered major losses within the first month.   But as the weather cleared in the spring months, the forces pushed further and further towards the capital, King's Vale. As the Novarians breached the township of Kedvin, the news reached King's Vale, and a unanimous vote was declared by the Pathfinder Council to ring the Bells of War. The resonating sound reverberated around the mountainous city, shaking the mountainside and disturbing Dural's slumber.   By the time the Novarian's reached King's Vale, the palace doors burst open, with the seething body of the Immortal King rampaging out with a bloodthirsty intent. There, the greatest loss of life in the Realm War would occur as hundreds of thousands of unsuspecting Novarians and Kagarrans as they witnessed the emergence of Dural.

Now with turmoil wracking the kingdom of the Golden Valley, the Novarian forces advanced on the borders. Met with some severe resistance from local forces, aided by the Kagarran Alliance and the Dragonlords, the invasion was slow and deadly.   Out of the initial force of 100,000 Novarians, only 20,000 returned safely to the Dagralin and Mytras borders, claiming to of have seen untold horrors unleashed upon them during their many battles.   Within 3 years, the Novarian forces had not made much advancement upon the land, held back by the relentless local militias.