The Age of Perdition

The Age of Perdition began once the Emperor Abastel seized control of the lands, that are known today as Olcari.
The Abastel's ruled with an Iron fist for several generations; any city that resisted the rule of the Jemrac Abastel was quickly crushed beneath his rule. Cities crumbled beneath the shadow of Abastel's rule. The lights within settlements for many were snuffed out, and this creeping brutality lasted more than nine years. King Jemrac Abastel eventually sent his troops to what was believed to be the nearly abandoned village of Torthil, rumoured to be a haven for refugees. Jemrac led his men throughout the ghost town, and they scattered about to look for survivors. As they regrouped in the town square, Jemrac delivered an inspiring speech on the utility of fear and shadow in worthwhile victory. It was at the height of his arrogance that the first arrow struck, followed shortly by a volley that clouded the sky, killing the first emperor of the Abastel Dynasty.
As the son of Jemrac took control of the kingdom, slavery of the less common and more monstrous races become more prevalent and a booming business within Abastel. The poor were also forced outside of city walls and into slums, they were also taxed heavily and conscripted into the armies of the land to fight in the King's many wars. Also during this period, religious freedoms were stifled and anyone showing magical potential outside of royal blood was either killed or locked away.
One of the last Abastel's to rule was, Neminar whom shunned the brutal methods of his forefather, instead finding his interests in more sinister powers. He became known as “Neminar the Black Fingered”, as his dabbling in necromancy left one arm withered and useless. However, his militarizing infernal magics and forbidden rites elevated the threat of Abastel's war machine. Neminar led his army back to the town of Torthil where his father was murdered, to exact his hideous vengeance. In the town square, he piled high the corpses of the elven and human traitors to make pyres that lit the night. Torthil was burned to ash. By far, the darkest days of the Age of Perdition were during Neminar’s rule. He introduced tactics and magics to fuel his soldiers beyond human limits, leaving their bodies altered and mutated by foul, dark, necromantic magics. Their minds became warped and twisted to favour mindless bloodshed and domination. Abastel’s forces became the perfect weapons of war, their ranks blessed by the unholy touch of the Betrayer God known as the Strife Emperor.
In the face of such terrible power and wilful tyranny, the rebellion continued to bolster their ranks with vengeful orphans and eager heroes. One such hero who came to be instrumental in the coming conflict was called Enoria Dawnbringer. An elf who rose from the harried streets of A'mlian during such dark times, Enoria quickly proved to be both a mighty warrior and an inspirational leader. Rallying the broken ranks of the resistance, Enoria lured Neminar and his vanguard into the mysterious brush of The Ashlaker Timberlands. Having unleashed their forces upon what they thought was the outpost known as the Shifting Keep, the illusionary magic of the locale left the army without a target, and vulnerable to ambush. The retribution of the forest merged with the weapons of Enoria’s warriors, striking with enough ferocity that Neminar and his blighted soldiers were crushed, signalling a shift in the tides of war. As word of Neminar’s defeat and death spread, hope grew for all the oppressed peoples of the realm. Even so, the last years of fighting were still ahead of them, for Neminar’s younger brother stood to take power, and was sworn to avenge his family and protect their seat of rule.
When King Trist Abastel took the throne, envisioning the end of the growing rebellion, and tasting victory on his lips. Trist was neither as brilliant nor as charismatic as his brother; his armies were stretched thin and his people rose up. The rebels, led by the young warrior Enoria Dawnbringer, found themselves winning one minor victory after another. Soon, Emperor Trist’s army had its back to the imposing base of the city Asamoor. Riding the tide of certain victory, Enoria and her rebels, who were growing in numbers daily, pursued Abastel to the city, which at this point all of the innocents had cleared. Fiends fought in the ranks of their enemy. The spawn of the Betrayers had returned to the world from beyond the mountains and spilled into the battlefield like a river of nightmares. The surrounding hills ran dark with blood and ichor, and the bodies of humans and demons alike littered the battlefield. Yet, against all odds, the hero Enoria ended the Abastel bloodline, and with it, the infernal pact it had made. However Asamoor was mostly destroyed during this final battle.