The Chronicles of The Holy War
Ah, the story of the Holy War? Hmph, well I can see why one such as yourself would be interested in such an old tale. It was truly a remarkable time, I suppose, the largest war this poor continent has ever seen would surely be something as such in the minds of the people. Not to mention it was the greatest gathering of Heroes and Warriors that Avoli has ever seen! That old Continental War was nothing but a simple scuffle between school children in the light of which went down hundreds of years later. Then again, why ask me? Surely you've read the old romances themselves afteralk. Oh, you wanted to hear from a direct source? Well, I understand, that's fair enough. Now then, gather round, as to understand the Holy War we must go all the way back to the beginning.
Some seven hundred years ago was when it first began, that being the Great Continental War which threatened to shake the continent down its very core, if not outright destroy it! The land at the center of our continent was at one point ruled by a somewhat benevolent Kingdom which had existed for hundreds of years before the time of a great unrest. They were a fair group, when they wanted to be and had been a guiding force in protecting much of the inhabited lands of Avoli from the threat of the Tyrnia, which I should say were much more common in that day than they are now nor have ever been since. However, it was not perfect. Some disliked the overbearing nature of the Kingdom and it's need for absolute servitude, it being the only way to feel the more benevolent actions of the Old Kingdom. Regardless, somewhere along the way it is said a promise was made by the King of Efyra, that being the name of the Old Kingdom, and that in his foolishness the King broke this powerful oath he had made. In turn, following this, the great Kingdom had slowly begun to crumble as with each passing generation the heir to throne became more and more incompetent and the glaring issues within the Royal Court became more and more vocal. The final straw snapped not long after the bloodline of the Old King dried up, yet the problems plaguing the Kingdom only grew worse. Revolts began to happen, people fighting to escape the clutches of the Old Kingdom and among themselves in order to come out on top and unify the areas in which they lived into a great nation by their own view. Thus began those hundred years of bloodshed which stained the center of the continent a rich auburn color and threw the very balance of the world ever closer towards the edge of true chaos. It was then that everything changed when that girl appeared in the old lands near Lanaelis. No one knew who she wasn't where she came from, but one could tell at a glance that something was different about her. She possessed power that seemed to dwarf whatever even the greatest warriors of the age had, though even then it seemed to barely just be the surface of the power she held. In the following years she gathered a group of followers and lead them across the continent, fighting off the threat of the Tyrnia and Old Kingdom, though the two were not linked. At the end of what was a hundred year struggle, in a few decades or so she and her followers had brought to an end this mighty war and at the sacrifice of herself, drove the Tyrnia off of the Continent.
The story does end there. No this is far from the end. Over the next few centuries, the world was relatively peaceful. Sure fighting happened here and there as new nations rose from the ashes of the Old Kingdom and with the help of the Church stability began to return to normal. But not all was what it would seem. There were, as there are those in every generation, ones who possessed an ambition which drove them to climb up towards the heavens themselves in an effort to bring down their riches so that all could partake. More than a few were not happy with the Holy Kingdom and her Church which presided over much of the continent. They had had their traditions and values prior to the War, most had fought it simply so they could be realized. Countries barred the Church and attempted to grow their own influence, to live life as they would please and think for themselves. One such was the Enchrae, though one could hardly call it an Empire at the time. They were building their strength, a proud people they were, and wanted to carve out a piece of the continent for themselves. Under the ever peering eyes of the Church they made their moves, building their strength and power as they saw fit. Eventually they had built themselves to a size and power where one couldn't argue they were fast catching up to the Holy Kingdom. It was then that the start of everything, well, started. In their hubris as some would call it, they rebuked the long held influence of the Church, casting out the influence of the Holy Kingdom from their lands. The Goddess may have stayed in the hearts of the people for the time being, but they would now follow Her as they saw fit. Not by the definition of some book published by some unknown man hundreds of years ago. That could have been the end of it, the Holy Kingdom was unable to act and aside from condemning Enchrae, who already could survive off their own lands, and some neighbors who were less than willing to work with the Church they would be fine. But they wanted more. Soon after they plunged their swords into whomever was unlucky enough to find their nation on the fringes of their lands, expanding rapidly to the point that they could easily compete with the Holy Kingdom. Now, surely that would be the end. Enchrae possessed all it needed to live in peace of mind without threat of the Holy Kingdom, but yet again, exceptions would be surpassed. The Emperor, yes the same that still rules, had other plans. He had seen Enchrae's accomplishments without this so-called power of The Goddess, and perhaps had even begun to see it wain like the ancient kingdom so many years ago. In a radical move, whatever traces of The Goddess were thrown from Enchrae and tossed on the fire that was the destruction being created as their mighty armies swept down on Avoli once more. It was then that...Well would you look at the time, it would perhaps be best to save the climax of the story for another day...
Some seven hundred years ago was when it first began, that being the Great Continental War which threatened to shake the continent down its very core, if not outright destroy it! The land at the center of our continent was at one point ruled by a somewhat benevolent Kingdom which had existed for hundreds of years before the time of a great unrest. They were a fair group, when they wanted to be and had been a guiding force in protecting much of the inhabited lands of Avoli from the threat of the Tyrnia, which I should say were much more common in that day than they are now nor have ever been since. However, it was not perfect. Some disliked the overbearing nature of the Kingdom and it's need for absolute servitude, it being the only way to feel the more benevolent actions of the Old Kingdom. Regardless, somewhere along the way it is said a promise was made by the King of Efyra, that being the name of the Old Kingdom, and that in his foolishness the King broke this powerful oath he had made. In turn, following this, the great Kingdom had slowly begun to crumble as with each passing generation the heir to throne became more and more incompetent and the glaring issues within the Royal Court became more and more vocal. The final straw snapped not long after the bloodline of the Old King dried up, yet the problems plaguing the Kingdom only grew worse. Revolts began to happen, people fighting to escape the clutches of the Old Kingdom and among themselves in order to come out on top and unify the areas in which they lived into a great nation by their own view. Thus began those hundred years of bloodshed which stained the center of the continent a rich auburn color and threw the very balance of the world ever closer towards the edge of true chaos. It was then that everything changed when that girl appeared in the old lands near Lanaelis. No one knew who she wasn't where she came from, but one could tell at a glance that something was different about her. She possessed power that seemed to dwarf whatever even the greatest warriors of the age had, though even then it seemed to barely just be the surface of the power she held. In the following years she gathered a group of followers and lead them across the continent, fighting off the threat of the Tyrnia and Old Kingdom, though the two were not linked. At the end of what was a hundred year struggle, in a few decades or so she and her followers had brought to an end this mighty war and at the sacrifice of herself, drove the Tyrnia off of the Continent.
The story does end there. No this is far from the end. Over the next few centuries, the world was relatively peaceful. Sure fighting happened here and there as new nations rose from the ashes of the Old Kingdom and with the help of the Church stability began to return to normal. But not all was what it would seem. There were, as there are those in every generation, ones who possessed an ambition which drove them to climb up towards the heavens themselves in an effort to bring down their riches so that all could partake. More than a few were not happy with the Holy Kingdom and her Church which presided over much of the continent. They had had their traditions and values prior to the War, most had fought it simply so they could be realized. Countries barred the Church and attempted to grow their own influence, to live life as they would please and think for themselves. One such was the Enchrae, though one could hardly call it an Empire at the time. They were building their strength, a proud people they were, and wanted to carve out a piece of the continent for themselves. Under the ever peering eyes of the Church they made their moves, building their strength and power as they saw fit. Eventually they had built themselves to a size and power where one couldn't argue they were fast catching up to the Holy Kingdom. It was then that the start of everything, well, started. In their hubris as some would call it, they rebuked the long held influence of the Church, casting out the influence of the Holy Kingdom from their lands. The Goddess may have stayed in the hearts of the people for the time being, but they would now follow Her as they saw fit. Not by the definition of some book published by some unknown man hundreds of years ago. That could have been the end of it, the Holy Kingdom was unable to act and aside from condemning Enchrae, who already could survive off their own lands, and some neighbors who were less than willing to work with the Church they would be fine. But they wanted more. Soon after they plunged their swords into whomever was unlucky enough to find their nation on the fringes of their lands, expanding rapidly to the point that they could easily compete with the Holy Kingdom. Now, surely that would be the end. Enchrae possessed all it needed to live in peace of mind without threat of the Holy Kingdom, but yet again, exceptions would be surpassed. The Emperor, yes the same that still rules, had other plans. He had seen Enchrae's accomplishments without this so-called power of The Goddess, and perhaps had even begun to see it wain like the ancient kingdom so many years ago. In a radical move, whatever traces of The Goddess were thrown from Enchrae and tossed on the fire that was the destruction being created as their mighty armies swept down on Avoli once more. It was then that...Well would you look at the time, it would perhaps be best to save the climax of the story for another day...
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Hello, and may I welcome you to The Chronicles of The Great Holy War, a Fantasy RP taking some inspirations from an exist game series known as Fire Emblem, though you'll find knowledge of the series unnecessary for enjoyment of these RP. Our Story takes us to the Continent of Avoli, where a brutal War has ravaged the country for several decades, though in the past few years a lull in fighting has ensued after a particularly costly battle in the central plains of the Continent in the small country of Laglendi. In the West lies the Holy Kingdom of Lanaechlis, protector of The Goddess' resting place and home to the Church of Saint Gawyn, who also sits as the ruler of the Holy Alliance. Her allies are found in several smaller, devote nations around the borders, such as Laglendi and Andaramac To the West sits the ever growing Empire of Enchraei, who've thrown off the shackles of the Church and raced across the land conquering land in the name of their Emperor and the ideals he holds. In the wake of this sits the remainder of the free nations across the continent, torn between siding with the Zealots blinded by faith in a seemingly long dead god who's powers are weakening and an upstart Empire, ruthless but fair, with a never ending hunger for power and a perchance for the destruction of all that is Holy. Not too mention the appearance of beasts long thought to have gone extinct on the continent. For the past Thirty Five years the two power houses of the Continent, divided on the simple issue of faith have sent the world spiraling into chaos and destruction. The only lull has been the past two years following the brutal battle in the Laglendi Plains, which has led to an armistice lasting two years. But it is little more than a stop-gap allowing both sides to regain power they had lost over the years of on and off fighting. And thus this is where you come in, as you take the place of some poor soul caught up in this mess. You can play as anything, from a foot soldier, to a royal, to a mercenary just trying to carve out a living for themselves.
This here is a page dedicated to detailing the lore, timeline, and information on the countries of the continent of Avoli.
This here is a page dedicated to detailing the lore, timeline, and information on the countries of the continent of Avoli.
This is a page exclusively for Lore, please do not post here. Links to the IC and OOC pages will be above.