The Callings of Areya

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The Legend goes, that Alangarough Firemane ventured to Areya during the First Era of Areya year 302, in the dead of Winter on the 13th of Alturiak. Under the rule of King Dinugus XIX, Areya was flourishing with many years of plenty. No one could have possibly foretold of the coming darkness - of the coming Apocalypse. As Alangarough settled into his new life as a farmer in the Outskirts of Elborn City, so too did a settling of an insidious evil grow within the confines of Areya's infrastructure. Through government and military, through civilians and beasts, the ever-dark and ever-ingenious monster known as Zhik'Tow'Dael-ing infiltrated Areya through every corner. Corrupting politicians, bribing militants, poisoning the minds of civilians, and installing his own men to each, he grew all the power of the province - and no one had any clue as to his existence; not whisper, nor a hunch.

As the time finally came when King Dinigus XIX became dealthy ill, Zhik'Tow struck. Usurping the throne of the Kingdom with his corrupted officials, casting a mutiny and a reformation across the fleets and forces of the armies of Areya, and mustering together vast and brutal militias with the brainwashed minds of the people, the Dark Emperor Zhik'Tow'Dael-ing quickly gained control of the entire province, slaughtering any resistance effortlessly. Though through the honest and strong humility of Alangarough, the Dark Emperor could not detect his mortal enemy, who would prove to be his undoing. As Alangarough did not panic among the cowering and desperate people of the dying Areya, he fled, to the Great Plain, where over the course of fifty years, silently did he gather together a resistance. At the age of seventy-two, yet still sporting an anatomy which would put those of much younger men to shame, the strongest man of history both in muscle and in spirit, Alangarough Firemane made himself known. Calling out to the blackened and ash-filled skies of Areya, he roared with audacity for his nemesis to approach. In earth-shattering quakes and mountain-carving winds, the Dark Emperor casted and lashed out his thrawls - hordes of Barbarian warriors and beasts from the darkest corners of Hell met Alangarough and his brave on the battlefield. For five days, the battle raged on, the Great Plain turning into a desert plateau of ash, blood, and fire. Though as the Dark Emperor finally realized that the undoing of his campaign would be the outmatched courage and will to fight that the men of Alangarough possessed, soon did he realize that his pawns of the dark would flee - and so they did.

As the beasts and warriors fled the battlefield, being chased down by arrows and swords of their defeaters, Zhik'Tow began to draw near. A horrible and massive silhouette with glowing and murky eyes of green soared to the Great Plain, his huge wings breaking the air with massive waves of sound-breaking speeds and rumbles of chest-pounding thunder. Then, with a mighty crash of his clawed feet and an explosion of fire, the beast landed to meet Alangarough. Only the man himself can tell of the epic fight which lasted for three days and two nights, and whether or not the deciding blow of the Dark Emperor's fate was truly a strike of the sword, or something else - but indeed Alangarough proved victorious.

With his victory, and by proclamation of all of Areya, he was thusly dubbed Lord Alangarough, the High King and Lord and Ruler of all the lands, and then began the Second Era of Areya, where the world now begins many scores later after the rebuilding in the year of 55 , and by the power of the Gods, Lord Alangarough was blessed with power and form.