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Anyria is a original fantasy RPG with magic and magic crystals and shooting lightning from your eyeballs. As a teaser, I'll leak some of the lore.

[spoiler]Anyria Lore

Camden, Alanyia, Balron, Tannis, Felnar

Lightning Region – Elmont (Camden)
Fire Region – Forar (Alanyia)
Earth Region – Myrn (Tannis)
Water Region – Hal’lal (Felnar)
Air Region – Latlan (Balron)

Non-magic-region – Amoria

Part One: Arthran D’Elmont

One Thousand years ago, the first magic user was born. A man of incredible power and influence, Athran D’Elmont wielded powers never before heard of. Some hailed him as a god, some as a demon. Regardless of what they thought of him, though, everyone expected great things from him. Truly, the whole of Anyria had their eyes on this single man. D’Elmont, as it turned out, would not let them down.

With seemingly complete control over the elements, Athran could crush mountains, flood lands, or blot out the sun with endless rains. He did none of those things, though. The era into which Athran was born was one of war and conflict. There were no true regions with no true leaders. Mankind was only just learning to mine ore and craft weapons and armor from metal. Whoever was the strongest was the person how gave the orders. Arthran had his sights set on a goal much nobler than conquering a couple of tribes.

In a world where the strongest ruled, a man who could bend the very forces of nature to his will was king. It did not take long at all for D’Elmont to subdue the tribes around him, reigning in the aggressive natures they had known. Athran began to centralize the people under his rule, creating the first true city Anyria had ever known: Vesaria. Soon after the founding of Vesaria, people began coming to D’Elmont without him having to seek them out.

Using his magical powers, Athran was able to provide everything the city needed: running rivers of water, fertile plains for farming, and natural walls of stone for defense. Truly, Athran was every bit the magnanimous man of vision that Anyria needed. Knowing that the people looked to him, Athran took a wife and officially crowned himself King of Anyria. King Arthran and Queen Calmia were equal parts respected and feared, all knowing that their reign was absolute.

Shortly after the birth of Arthran’s only son, Talin, the king received a premonition. Something horrible was poised to strike not only his kingdom, but all of Anyria. A massive crystal, large enough to rend the entire land asunder, would be striking them from the sky. Knowing that such a disaster had to be averted, Athran prepared himself for what was to come.

The crystalline meteor neared Anyria, everyone across the land turning to watch as the scion of destruction blotted out the sky. Drawing out the whole of his magical strength, Athran’s powers cut through the sky, driving into the meteor and crushing it within a maelstrom of magical might. The spell could be seen across all of Anyria in an event that would come to be known as The Shattering.

So powerful a feat did not come without a cost, however. Athran D’Elmont gave his life that day, sacrificing himself. It was said that he passed with a smile on his face, content in his knowledge that the land he had united, his land, would be safe from catastrophe. Small flecks of the crystalline meteor trickled down from the sky, illuminating the land as the glittered in the sun’s light. It was as though Anyria itself was praising the king’s sacrifice.

Part Two: The Divide

While The Shattering had been a miracle for most of Anyria, it had meant destruction for some. Above Vesaria, it looked as though the crystal had been destroyed outright. In fact, significant portions of the crystal had survived Athran’s blast and proceeded towards the land below. In two places did Anyria feel the wrath of the crystal’s descent. One such place was virtually empty, not more than an open plane once inhabited by people that had since moved to Vesaria.

The people of Amoria, however, were struck full-on. The Amorians were a people not unlike those living in Vesaria. They had rallied around a wise and charismatic leader known as Darus. Hearing of Athran’s efforts to unite the land and its people, Darus had set out to do the same. Though he did not possess D’Elmont’s gift of magic, his mind and tongue were more refined than any in the land. Being born into a warring era, though, he was also no stranger to combat. Though his physical prowess was only just above average, when combined with his unique mind, he was second only to Athran himself.

While Darus initially intended to extend good will towards Athran and offer to work towards a common goal together, his pride stayed his offer to the sorcerer-king. He felt that Athran’s role in the world should have been his. Were it not for D’Elmont’s magics, he would be the ruler of the land, for he was just as ambitious and, in actuality, much smarter than D’Elmont. His was a mind and vision forged in strife and tempered by his indomitable will.

Darus’s pride had trickled down to his people, who had chosen to have nothing to do with Vesaria or the self-proclaimed King D’Elmont. There bore no ill-will towards their brethren in Vesaria, but they viewed Athran’s gifts as being handed out while they worked for what they had. While they were never out-right aggressive to the rest of Anyria, that attitude did end up fostering a sense of superiority in the Almorians.

The Shattering would be the most significant event in the history of Almoria. Of the two pieces of crystal that struck the ground, the larger of the two drove itself straight into the heart of Almoria. Most of the population was destroyed by the impact and the land itself was crushed beneath the force. What had once been Almoria was rendered no more than a crater.

Darus himself survived the impact, having set to take more people under his wing. He felt the crystal’s impact and fell to his knees, knowing in his heart he would have no home to return to. When Darus returned and witnessed the destruction that D’Elmont had inadvertently wrought, he did not speak for months. The talents that he had once turned towards building a noble nation began warping, twisted by his anger and hatred for D’Elmont and what he had done.

Part Three: Talin and the White Wall

Decades past after The Shattering with little turmoil. Calma, the reigning Queen had quickly prepared for grabs at the throne, but they never came. It seemed as though Athran’s final act was not saving Anyria, but blessing it with a time of peace. There were arguments and clashes as anyone might expect, but nothing that Athran’s son, Talin, wouldn’t be able to handle.

Just after his twentieth birthday, on the anniversary of The Shattering, Talin was crowned the King of Anyria and it was then that he revealed his magical prowess to the world. Though by no means the mage that his father had been, Talin had been granted powers as his father had and vowed, at his coronation, to use them to lead Anyria to prosperity.

That prosperity, however, would not last long. While the Queen had been working to stabilize the land and ensure Vesaria’s safety, Darus had been gathering followers and building an army. His thirst for vengeance would be sated by nothing less than the blood of D’Elmont’s family. He would see Vesaria crushed beneath his might as Almoria had been beneath Athran’s.

Leading his army north from the crater that had once been Almoria, it was not long before Darus was knocking on Vesaria’s door. His soldiers had crafted crude weapons to siege the city with. Rams of wood and stone struck at the city’s gates. Troops were carried to the top of walls by machines of Darus’s own creation; though little more than boxes on stilts, the machines delivered troops directly into Vesaria.

The Almorian force was significantly smaller than Vesaria’s, but they were strong, well-trained, and fueled by a thirst for revenge. Darus had selected each soldier by hand, choosing the ones who had lost the most from Athran’s careless flaunting of his magical powers. In addition to their drive to be victorious, they had Darus’s mind carefully planning their battles. The Vesaria’s were quickly and decidedly overrun by the Almoria’s brutal tactics and ruthless fighting.

Though he wished to stay and defend the city his father had built, Talin was inexperienced, untrained, and caught completely off-guard. Both Talin and Calma retreated from Vesaria, taking as many of their people with them as they could. Darus, however, was not interested in letting his prey escape. He was prepared to give chase to the fledgling king and end the D’Elmont line with his own hands.

Talin, though not the magical powerhouse that his father was, turned to meet Darus’s advance. As the two leaders locked eyes, Talin could see the rage and the sorrow that had been building within the man for decades. The years had also worn on the older man; he was no longer the fighter he had once been and though his mind was sharp, his body was overworked and malnourished. He had lived so long for that moment. A small part of the young king was actually pained to take it from him.

As his father had done, Talin steeled himself and called forth the depths of his power. Raising his hands to the sky, the mage felt the ground tremble, moving at his will. Between himself and Darus rose a massive wall. The wall seemed to have been carved from a single piece of a pure white, flawless stone. It extended across the land, father than Talin could see in any direction and over twenty leagues tall.

As exhaustion overtook Talin, he could hear Darus scream in rage from beyond the wall. Though the Almoria may not have claimed the king’s life, he had taken everything D’Elmont had built.[/spoiler]