History of the Leicester Alliance

An exact date is unclear but during these years the first rumors started to spread through the land of a man banning together the humanoid races to fight back against the greenskins. Over this time period, many groups would come together to form the first army of man under the banner of Aenarion the Defender.

The final blow in a long grueling war after pushing the greenskins out of the grasslands both armies met at Blackfire Pass connecting to the badlands. With the enemy forces now concentrated in one place the army of man was taken back by the sheer brute force and savagery the opponent displayed it started to look as if everything was doomed. It was at this moment that Aenarion realized the battle would soon be lost unless action was taken. Fury burning brightly in his heart at the death of his dear friend, Aenarion climbed one of the boulders dotting the battleline. All men watched in awe as he leapt from the high rock, his sword raised high. All who saw it knew the sight would stay with them forever, as Aenarion fell towards the Orcs with a bestial roar, like a hero of the ancient sagas. The leader of man slaughtered all about him, each blow delivered with a howl of rage, animal to the core. He killed and killed without thought, seeing before him only the enemies of his race. Although he disappeared from the sight of the men who watched him, they knew his location by the scream of dying orcs. Who can say whether this unmatched show of arms was a means of inspiring the army to victory, or whether Aenarion truly intended to defeat the greenskin horde single-handed? All that matters is that here is where the tide turned, as Aenarion utterly destroyed every Orc he beheld. A hundred Orcs were dead around him, their circle breaking as they scrambled away in utter fear of this blood-crazed human more ferocious than any of them. Seeing this great warrior press through the Orc ranks, the vile chief of this hos tore through his own warriors to test his strength in combat against this strange human king. Descending upon his great mount, the Orc brought his axe to bear against Aenarion's blade. After a long, brutal contest of strength, Aenarion disarmed the orc and raised his blade to the sky with a single motion the orc's head fell from its body rolling across the battlefield now littered with corpses.   Tired and spent from the battle, Aenarion saw the Orcish warriors stare at him, first with awe at his victory, and then with predatory looks as they gathered around to finish what their master had started. His sword now slipped from his grasp, and with no other weapon at hand, Aenarion could not defend himself. A white-shafted arrow punched through the visor of one Orc, and then another followed until a flurry of arrows thudded into the Orc ranks, followed by roars of triumph. The rest of the army had broken through, and the warriors of man charged forth to protect their leader. With their warlord dead, the terrible and awesome will binding the fractious Orc tribes together was destroyed, and they could not mount an adequate defense against this onslaught. Old jealousies and rivalries erupted, and the Orcs turned upon each other even as they routed, slaying each other in order to speed their personal retreat from the jaws of death. Within moments, the once indomitable Orc army was little more than a panicked, fleeing mob.   After a moment of silence as the dust settled the sky erupted with the screams of victory as the time of man has now begun.

A large part of Ulthuan’s construction was what many consider to be the world's first library. It was in this very library that the first steps to create a Mage Guild were taken. It is unknown who exactly was behind it but a spell was placed in the library, a Beacon spell that called out all across Talos to anyone with a high enough magic aptitude. With a ringing in their ears and a pulling in their soul, many mages from all over flocked to the library. It is said the mages all quickly forgot about why they gathered as soon as they noticed how different their ideas and magic were. Collectively they decided they needed a place to call their own a place where they can exchange information and test ideas. This led to the formation of the first alliance mage guild known as Caledors Avatars.

Aenarion the Defender is the one and only king man has ever known, from rallying them against the greenskin hoard to building the city of Ulthuan Aenarion has led mankind every step of the way. With his last breath like all the ones, he took before he used it to push mankind forward, asking his most trusted friends to not follow another king but to represent all those that fought alongside them creating the Leicester Alliance we know today. For the next month, everyone in the grasslands would come to Ulthuan to honor man's greatest hero and to say goodbye to its first and only king.

On the first anniversary of Aenarion's passing the alliance's strongest warriors came together to honor and remember their king. Many of the warriors here were the generals who served under Aenerion in the war of changing tides, and it was these very warriors who came to lead and form the organization known as Aenarion's warriors. This was their memorial for their king's passing as well as their way to protect the future of his kingdom. This organization is what grew into the famous adventure Guild known all throughout Talos.

After centuries whispers and word started to spread through the alliance that not only is Caledor alive but he's completed his goal. It was true Caledor did what was seen as impossible for mere mortals, the creation of a 10th-level spell. For the first time since he set out on his goal, Caledor left his workshop and walked the streets of Ulthuan again. He and his team set out to finally test their new creation. Even though they went out and did the testing at Grieths path many across the Alliance and Tellius claim they could see the sky light up and many even felt the ground shake. Some believe it was this very spell that changed the terrain and landscape to this very day. Caledor and his party returned back to the city to a giant parade and festival in celebration of their success for the first 10th-level spell made by a mortal. Tales of this accomplishment would spread all throughout Talos making everyone acknowledge the strength of the Alliance.

Not many in the country knew what an important day this would be as the early morning sun rose marking the dawn of the morning Teclis and Tellius were born. As word spread throughout the alliance many rejoiced and celebrated as the bloodline of Aenarion and Caledor not only continued but merged together. These twin baby boys would go on to be who many believe to be the avatars of Aenarion and Caledor themselves.

The greatest moment of shame for the alliance was found on this day when an army led by a thief arose from out of the desert. The thief wielded the sword of Khaine which to everyone's knowledge was in Aenarions tomb it was unknown how the sword was stolen or how long its been. The liar claimed to be a reincarnation of Aenarion and his use of the sword of Khaine as proof, with this he believed himself to be the rightful king of the alliance. He lead his army on the front lines through many victories until making it to where the city of Lycia would be built upon. It was here by the lake where he was stopped by the Twin heroes Tyrion and Teclis. During the difficult battle, Tyrion lost his legendary blade Sunfang but was able to get his hands on the sword of Khaine and slay his opponent. Being an heir of Aenarions bloodline and being unaffected by the blade's curse Tyrion was allowed to continue wielding the national treasure in the Alliances name.

Between its location by the lake and its crossroads near multiple starting nations and alliances, this city was the obvious next expansion for the Alliance. Since its creation, it has been the hub of connections between the alliance and many other nations such as Gallia and the small lands. Thanks to the hero twins Tyrion and Teclis founding the city it has grown and flourished at a rapid pace.