02-23-2012, 07:49 AM
The fight raged on for a century, many lives were claimed, but eventually a champion stood and the constructs saw their betters. As mysteriously as they had risen, the constructs stopped rising from the earth. It would be a long time before everyone truly felt at ease. There had been many questions asked about the magical menace that would go unanswered. For years soldiers continued their long patrols of the lands, looking for any sign of an approaching foe. Slowly the troops began marching home, some happy to lay down their weapons, others searching for what to do with the life they had committed to fighting an enemy that no longer existed.
Where soldiers departed from the emptied battlefields, scholars stepped in, eager to examine any remains of the minor constructs. What they found amongst the constructs' crumbled remains would shape the course of Anyria's future in an irrevocable way. Each construct looked to have been powered by a crystal that pulsed with magical energy. The people of Elmont quickly noticed the similarities between these smaller crystals and the one around which New Vesaria had been built. It did not take long for battle grounds to buzz with people looking for these crystals. Many families made small fortunes collecting and selling these crystals for study or simply as trophies to soldiers who had fought on those grounds.
The Heirs, as they were still known, met several times in a short span within the New Vesarian castle. Despite their age, none of them looked over the age of thirty, their lifespans extended dramatically by their magics. Even they, though, did not know exactly what the appearance of the crystals meant, but it was clear to them that the stones would play an important part in the years to come. The discovery of crystals in the mines of Myrn furthered the concern of the Heirs, but their concerns would have to be put on hold by a more pressing matter.
Within Latlan and Forar, reports were rising of raids against the smaller villages. While such reports were not altogether uncommon, both the frequency of the attacks and their proximity to their region's capitol increased. These bands of raiders struck quickly and viciously, devastating the soldiers that stood in their way with unnerving efficiency. It became clear that the raiders were much more than thieves simply looking to capitalize on the calm after the construct's storm. With renewed purpose and zeal, soldiers returned to their patrols around the countryside. Their foes, though, were more than mindless automatons shuffling through the lands. These enemies were cunning and quick.
It was Balron, the Lord of Latlan, that first stepped from his capitol to hunt these enemies. He encouraged his people to spread word of his voyage, intending to use himself as bait. His strategy would work far better than he ever could have guessed. Six days after he set out, his procession was attacked. True to their reputation, they crushed most of the soldiers that guarded Balron. When the Lord stepped from his carriage to greet the enemy, he was shocked to discover that it took no more than a dozen of these warriors to devastate his personal guard. Unleashing his fury against his attackers, Balron would be more shocked to discover that his magic had virtually no effect on them. Seeing their target caught off-guard, they moved in for a quick and decisive kill.
Two weeks after he left the capital, Balron returned. Bloodied and beaten, the Lord returned on foot, his entire entourage destroyed in the fight with his assailants. Dragging behind him, he had managed to bring with him the broken body of one of his attackers. The attacker was quickly determined to be an Amorian. Their size and stature were more intimidating than Latlan's finest warrior. Truly, the Amorian seemed to have been honed to physical perfection. Balron quickly sent word to his brothers and sisters that Amorians were somehow crossed the White Wall and that they were all but immune to his magic.
Not long after Balron's return, more Amorians were sighted in the lands of Latlan and Forar. There was little time to worry about how or why they were suddenly appearing after generations of exile behind Talin's White Wall. The two regions guarding the Wall were quickly thrown into chaos as more and more Amorians attacked. It was often, and rightly, referred to as an invading army. Without their leader's supreme powers to back them, soldiers took to the defense without the confidence that they had grown accustomed to. Fortunately, it would not be the Heirs that lent their magic to the war.
Where soldiers departed from the emptied battlefields, scholars stepped in, eager to examine any remains of the minor constructs. What they found amongst the constructs' crumbled remains would shape the course of Anyria's future in an irrevocable way. Each construct looked to have been powered by a crystal that pulsed with magical energy. The people of Elmont quickly noticed the similarities between these smaller crystals and the one around which New Vesaria had been built. It did not take long for battle grounds to buzz with people looking for these crystals. Many families made small fortunes collecting and selling these crystals for study or simply as trophies to soldiers who had fought on those grounds.
The Heirs, as they were still known, met several times in a short span within the New Vesarian castle. Despite their age, none of them looked over the age of thirty, their lifespans extended dramatically by their magics. Even they, though, did not know exactly what the appearance of the crystals meant, but it was clear to them that the stones would play an important part in the years to come. The discovery of crystals in the mines of Myrn furthered the concern of the Heirs, but their concerns would have to be put on hold by a more pressing matter.
Within Latlan and Forar, reports were rising of raids against the smaller villages. While such reports were not altogether uncommon, both the frequency of the attacks and their proximity to their region's capitol increased. These bands of raiders struck quickly and viciously, devastating the soldiers that stood in their way with unnerving efficiency. It became clear that the raiders were much more than thieves simply looking to capitalize on the calm after the construct's storm. With renewed purpose and zeal, soldiers returned to their patrols around the countryside. Their foes, though, were more than mindless automatons shuffling through the lands. These enemies were cunning and quick.
It was Balron, the Lord of Latlan, that first stepped from his capitol to hunt these enemies. He encouraged his people to spread word of his voyage, intending to use himself as bait. His strategy would work far better than he ever could have guessed. Six days after he set out, his procession was attacked. True to their reputation, they crushed most of the soldiers that guarded Balron. When the Lord stepped from his carriage to greet the enemy, he was shocked to discover that it took no more than a dozen of these warriors to devastate his personal guard. Unleashing his fury against his attackers, Balron would be more shocked to discover that his magic had virtually no effect on them. Seeing their target caught off-guard, they moved in for a quick and decisive kill.
Two weeks after he left the capital, Balron returned. Bloodied and beaten, the Lord returned on foot, his entire entourage destroyed in the fight with his assailants. Dragging behind him, he had managed to bring with him the broken body of one of his attackers. The attacker was quickly determined to be an Amorian. Their size and stature were more intimidating than Latlan's finest warrior. Truly, the Amorian seemed to have been honed to physical perfection. Balron quickly sent word to his brothers and sisters that Amorians were somehow crossed the White Wall and that they were all but immune to his magic.
Not long after Balron's return, more Amorians were sighted in the lands of Latlan and Forar. There was little time to worry about how or why they were suddenly appearing after generations of exile behind Talin's White Wall. The two regions guarding the Wall were quickly thrown into chaos as more and more Amorians attacked. It was often, and rightly, referred to as an invading army. Without their leader's supreme powers to back them, soldiers took to the defense without the confidence that they had grown accustomed to. Fortunately, it would not be the Heirs that lent their magic to the war.