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Someone may have wanted all of this information up before I got other parts finished. (Points to KKL)
So this is just the part which concerns the already mentioned Kingdoms with added information concerning their lands, continent, and even the world itself.
Now like a lot of things this can grow as the story progresses, and is one of the reasons why the mini-temp talks about hometowns/village/etc for where a character comes from. These are the only Kingdoms established in this world, but there can be hundreds of cities, towns, villages, islands, etc. And whenever anyone creates/mentions a new town, I'll be able to add it here with the rest.
World/Planet - Uyllious;
Besides the two primary continents of Uyllious, the remainder of the planet's surface is covered by oceans, the largest of which being that of the Druowth Sea which stretches between the continents Nebrodrax and Eacruth.
Continent - Nebrodrax;
Nebrodrax has been documented to resemble more of a crescent shape, with its landmass stretching in length far to the north and south of the world than that of a single gathering of land like its brother continent Eacruth.
Country/Paradin – A kingdom known famously for its many victories in war. More so famous as each one was from the result of invading forces rather than any outward aggression, with only one rare exception ending in 5 years with a mutually accepted peace-treaty. Paradin is the largest populated country on the Nebrodrax Continent (Second largest bordered land to Silverature in the South) and with many stretches of pure land left to grow wild and free, it has been a place that has always seen a war arrive in one shape or another.
Ruled by a melding of Monarchy & Democracy, Paradin is ruled primarily through that of its King/Queen, but still allows for suggestions and even counter-rulings from its democratically elected Court. 50+ Years ago there came the arrival of Marcus Florentine from across the Druowth Sea, and after a series of timely events there came to be established within Paradin’s wild lands the Aeronaut Society, a place that would over the years bring in and protect Wielders from all over Uyllious.
Country/Orthan – Birthplace of Magitech. Smaller than Paradin, they have never truly gone to war against their neighbour, both countries remaining in a stalemate, a fear of what one could do. Orthan’s invasion of Silverature 80+ years ago however was enough to set Paradin off, and over the course of 5 years the two countries waged their semi-war on the icy plains of Silverature, while their stalemate back in their countries became physical with the creation of border outposts along the Cravomm Slopes. A peace treaty was soon agreed upon by both countries, and in the aftermath both Paradin, Orthan, and the Silverature Nomads, began to work together, creating trade routes and relations that have existed for over half a century.
Country/Silverature – The Frozen Kingdom, a massive chunk of land to the far south of the world and one of the harshest places to live. There are stories that the Nebrodrax Continent, the landmass that holds Orthan to the North, Paradin to the East, and Silverature in the South, was all one single eco-system, where creatures, plants, and even early tribes could live and flourish without worry. There’s nothing to say that this was ever true however, and that they were merely tales which have become twisted and changed over the centuries. Silverature is home to the Nomads, descendants of migrating parties that travelled to Silverature 150 years ago.
While there was those who simply returned back to their home countries, those that remained continued to try and create a new life out in the wastes. 80+ years ago Orthan invaded, with the common explanation being merely to claim land in which to expand their rule and cover both the north and south of the continent. By the time Paradin stepped in, on behalf of the Silverature Nomads, Orthan forces had already established a number of camps, outposts, and even settlements, some of which are still populated even by today. This, semi-war, lasted approximately 5 years, it soon coming to an end once a peace-treaty was drawn up and agreed upon by all.
Cities
Veramoth (Port City of Paradin)
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Continent - Eacruth;
Possibly as large as Nebrodrax in terms of landmass, Eacruth is shaped what one might consider normal. The entire continent was theorised to have come into being from a single point, spreading outwards more and more as the time went by and creating its rather jagged coastline. Islands of various sizes, many actually close enough for easy expansion between them, exist and surround Eacruth, some in fact bringing a great contrast in terms of lush life when compared to Eacruth's desert/mountainous environment.
Country/Varidis – It was discovered many centuries ago, during the great age of discovery, that the majority of the Eacruth Continent was a dry and barren landmass. Much of the continent is filled with towering mountains and far-stretching deserts, which is possibly why most of the population can be found either on the coastlines / surrounding islands, or with the massive landmass’ single kingdom, Varidis.
It is said there are over a hundred towns, villages, settlements, strewn throughout the dry kingdom, while its capital lays protected within the largest mountain range on the continent. The Varidis Kingdom is known for its rather lawless nature, due to the great empty distances that can be found between its dotted towns, leaving each to their own isolated selves.
And to finally give a beginning to this large project, someone else couldn't seem to wait and wants me to post this too. (Points to KKL, harder this time)
So, I hope you might enjoy, the Prologue for our story. ^^
Prologue
It was his first mission, first big assignment!...okay maybe it was just the same generic exam that was given to all the fourth year recruits, but this was one of the handful of times it was given to someone so young! He found it hard to believe sometimes how it took him only half as long as others to reach this stage of his training, and of course there were the few who seemed to envy and maybe even hate him because of that, but this was something he wanted since he was three years old, and that wasn’t going to change over thirteen years!
Storm clouds had already started to roll in by the time he reached that little outpost on the Paradin/Orthan Border, one of many now abandoned stations that ran along that large expanse of the Cravomm Slopes. Now no longer needed, they were some of the more obvious places to hide away from everyone, whether Paradin, Orthan, and most definitely if you were an Aeronaut. Leaping up over a small hill of rock, the semi-tall figure seemed to stumble a little, but making sure to right himself before he could fall flat on his face, a feat made even more difficult by the large and clearly heavy sword on his back.
The small white thing he soon took from one of the pockets of his coat seemed to expand away from one another as he pulled with both hands, and soon he was looking through it on the sight below him. The clouds had brought with them their gusts, the strong winds already blowing down through the small and now derelict buildings of the outpost, with the odd flap of old cloth or tarp beginning to billow in the now building wind. The young boy was soon up and sliding down the gravel heavy slope before him, the large sword of his carving a little run behind him the whole way down and yet it seemed as if it was timed perfectly with the blowing gusts, his descent seemingly unnoticeable and silent even as he sprung forward once he reached the bottom, landing effortlessly on the more stable ground of the outpost’s compound.
While abandoned for some time, much had already been taken or salvaged by Paradin’s Ivory Dragons. It was clear by the leftover buildings they may have planned to return and re-establish their outpost in the future, though this most definitely would have changed after the Society began to spread further out.
“Heh, guess they just didn’t want the bother of cleaning up! Typical Dragons.”
His voice was low as he spoke, more so saying it to himself out of boredom it would have seemed, though the few seconds of silence that came afterwards, all the while his blue eyes darted from one building to the next, it was obvious the young man was waiting for any kind of response, a voice, a sound, anything.
There was nothing at all.
Nothing, but the wind.
Arms raised and resting behind his black hair covered head, the young man started to walk towards the large metal strut ahead of him, the remains of some kind of flagpole perhaps still buried deep into the hard rock beneath his steel-toed boots.
A few steps later and he had already started to playfully kick a large pebble, taking turns switching from his left to right and still he continued straight on towards the flagpole even as the wind finally showed its true strength.
With a swipe as strong and as silent as the wind itself, the young-man managed to only just spin around and backwards away from the assailant, the recognisable green ghost-like claws striking and digging into the rock where the man had just been standing, but allowing him to take a better look at the one who just attacked.
“Oh well now, that isn’t a nice way to say hello!” He said, a small laugh hanging on the end of his words as he gripped and swung the large sword of his clean over his shoulders and head, flat side down and aimed right for the hooded form’s back.
A roll from the attacker caused the stuck green gauntlet to carve through the stone a little, freeing themselves as they continued to roll out of the way, the large sword of the young-man’s slamming hard on the ground where the figure had been but quickly twisted and aimed right for their legs, as if trying his best to knock them to the ground.
A sudden quick push with their gauntlet covered hand soon had the figure hand-standing into the air, while another such push had them momentarily airborne for a second as the young-man’s sword passed harmlessly under them. Another sudden twist of their body soon had one of the figure’s legs slam down towards the young-man, the same ghostly energy that made up the ethereal gauntlet of theirs quickly blazed briefly into existence around their black worn boots. With the large sword of his in no position to quickly block, the young-man suddenly had no choice but to release one of his grips from the handle of the large weapon, all to sweep quickly through the air between himself and the green-flamed boot heading right for him.
As if to counter this otherworldly energy a deep, dark, purple haze pulsed to life around the young-man’s fingerless-gloved hand, causing a sudden pull to come over not only the figure’s boot but their whole leg, all to suddenly push their swing more to the side and away from the young-man himself. As their leg and boot came down striking the ground hard and harmlessly away from the young-man, it seemed to cause the figure to quickly take a few steps backwards, giving both themselves and the young-man room just as the dark clouds started to give their first drops of rain with their gusts.
“Well, you’re definitely not Stage Two, that’s for sure…you’re too good for one!”
Only silence was met to the young-man’s words, the hooded figure still keeping a few feet gap between them both, the rain already beginning to drench the two’s coats.
“Listen, I don’t like the idea of getting the Trembling Flu in this cold, so why don’t we just take it easy, I make a call, and we can be somewhere better and warmer than here…yeah?”
Still there was only silence, though the figure’s arms did finally seem to relax a little from their ready position, something that the Young-Man took as a good sign as he slipped out of one of his pockets the same white object as before. As big as his palm, the small, flat, but circular, device seemed like any ordinary piece of metal. No markings or designs of any kind, that was until the Young-Man brought it up to his ear, and it was then that it seemed to come alive. Soon there was something that didn’t even resemble the same shape the device had started out as, the headset-like shape now resting over his ear and mouth.
“Good!...Hello Command?...This is Student 891, Destati, Assignment #13803, and...Yeah a little bit of a problem. Looks like the records given for this exam were incorrect…No, no need for any help, looks like they might just come back peacefully this time. I’m going to need transport though, so lock in on this unit’s beacon and…Woah?!!”
They moved like a flash of lightning, already within arm length of the Young-Man and with the same ghost-like claw slashing down towards him. It took another quick dodge from the Young-Man for the figure to miss, and then another, and another, the only thing they succeeded in harming being the now destroyed white device and the edges of the Young-Man’s coat. The large sword of his had been dropped during one of these sudden dodges, but still the Young-Man continued to turn and twist in supposedly impossible angles to miss the figure’s swipes, his legs covered in that same purple haze as before and seemingly the cause of him being unable to lose his balance.
“Will you quit…doing that?!!”
The purple haze had appeared around his gloved hand again, the same as before too, yet this time it was somewhat different, thicker almost. There was a pulse again this time like when he had swiped through the air, though unlike the last time it was clearly stronger, much more focused. The open hand barely even reached their chest, but it was close enough for all that built up force to make such a great effect on the hooded figure, the sudden, instant, change in gravity to themselves quickly sent them flying backwards as if falling, causing them to stumble and roll until the haze finally started fading from around the Young-Man’s hand.
While the figure had already begun to stumble up onto their feet, the quickly fading haze that still covered the Young-Man’s hand was put to one final good use, the large sword of his soon rattling as it was dragged along the ground before finding its home in the man’s hand once more. This time it was raised to defend, there was no way he was going to be taken off guard by one of this figure’s surprise moves.
And yet it would turn out that it would be something completely different that would do just that. The sudden backwards fall had sent them rolling over the more rugged and jagged rocks, and so it didn’t take them long to notice the shredded cloak they now wore get blown wilder with the gusts of wind. With a sweep of their green gauntlet across their chest, catching the torn cloak in the process and covering it in that same ethereal energy, it seemed to pass ghost-like from their body before they let it go to fly away, now that it was useless, into the storm.
Everything the Young-Man could see was exactly as he remembered. Of course it was only a year or two ago, and sure they seemed thinner and paler than before, but they were pretty much exactly the same. The same heavy mop of soaking wet hair, the faint, barely healed, mark running down their cheek to their neck still looking as raw as back then, maybe another inch or two in height but still pretty short for their age, the Young-Man could just picture that same figure sitting on those crates in that storm just like this one.
“I knew it had to be you…they think what I said was crazy, that it’s not possible for someone, anyone, who can be like a ghost…but I still remember what you…”
“Go home…leave here and don’t look for me…ever…”
“…I can’t do that…it’s too late now…”
“What are you talking…”
The sound of engines, blazing loudly, soon pierced through the storm’s rain and winds as a large metal ship rocketed over the outpost to make a quick landing right there on the cracked ground. The small group that instantly filed out from it were covered in armour and helmets, each one now aiming a rather large rifle towards the soaked figure.
“There they are!! Student 891, stand back from the Stage Four Breaker! Breaker! Drop to the ground this instant or we will be forced to continue!”
“No, stop!!”
The words that left the Young-Man’s mouth quickly were aimed not at the waiting Knights, but the now cloak-less figure who, in that instance, had swung and launched their green phantasmal energy like shots towards the Knights. The explosions, while not much, were dangerous enough to send some of the Knights flying back against the waiting ship, raining upturned rock and dust from the little craters the shots created. Already the figure had started to do that just again, his gauntlet clutching another one of the spheres in its claws, bigger than the others, and most likely ready to make sure the Knights and their ship were going to be in no way capable of following after this.
That would have been the case no doubt, if the sudden whack of something hitting their back didn’t cause them to stop and look behind themselves. It was pretty identical to the small white device the Young-Man had earlier, the one that they managed to cut with their gauntlet, though this one did seem slightly different, especially by the little bulges that ran along its round shape. Before they could even reach and pull it off, those bulges seemed to explode outwards; tugging with them long silver ribbons as it started to quickly wrap and coil around the figure.
First their arms, then their legs, finally it just continued to wrap around them like some sort of cocoon, one that the figure was going to have no way of breaking out of physically. That was probably the reasoning why his struggling soon brought back that green energy that started to blaze around his entire body now. With a glare back towards the Young-Man, the figure saw not pride in almost winning or fear that they were to escape, but a sadness, pity, as if they knew of something that was to happen.
“I’m really sorry…”
The shocks seemed to react to the change from the figure, this electrical, numbing, energy quickly running constantly throughout every one of the ribbons soon causing the figure to fall to their knees before finally falling completely to the ground itself. Unconscious. Asleep. With a bit of a tired stumble, the Young-Man started to make his way towards the cocooned figure even as some of the less-shaken Knights started to quickly sprint towards the figure, weapons still drawn on them.
“It’s okay!...He’s harmless now…”
“Harmless or not…he’s gonna have the High Commander to answer to, and you know what that means!”
“Yeah…yeah I know…”
“Come on, we’ve got to report back…all of us.”
The Young-Man waited until one of the Knights finally scooped up the ribbon wrapped boy before making his way with them to the ship, almost as if for fear that he would disappear again if he took his sight away for even a moment. Soon the engines blared loudly into life again, the ship taking off into the cloud covered sky and towards the hundreds of faint lights twinkling in the distance like stars in the night
“Command, this is Patrol #H36-29, inbound with additional occupants as followed; Student 891 Destati, and a restrained Stage Four Breaker. Sustained partial harm in initial confrontation, requesting a medical team to be present when we land, over?”
The voice that came back seemed to agree with the Pilot’s suggestion, there was even talk of an Aliyisin planning to be there when they would land, but all the Young-Man did was just sit in silence by the cocooned boy laying there.
“I’m sorry...I’m so sorry, Taces…”