Tell me about your worlds great tragedies
By - Several-Development4
Right now there’s a massacre of boglanders and ashuryans brought on by the holy order and it’s extremely brutal and it’ll lead to massive upheaval. Also the first use of explosives in Gaeilland isn’t a tragedy but it’s what brought on a massacre of an old family and changes warfare for the worst
Maidens' End was a plague that spread extremely quickly through the phanite population. It had different effects depending of the sex of the afflicted, making women deathly sick and men mad.
The red spirits eventually found a cure by using their red magic, but only to the male variant of the disease. They formed a bond with the remaining male phanites, the two becoming close allies.
They used this alliance to find an alternate form of reproduction and fight for their independence from the Cosmirian colonizers.
Only several decades later did their descendants discover that the red spirits created the plague in the first place...
So the red spirits wanted to steal all the male phanites?
Spirits can only interact with the world in limited ways. Their body is made up of a magic mist that can create a coalesced form solid enough to speak with, but dissolves under the slightest bit of weight.
However they can bond with mortals, granting them their powers in exchange for possessing them for limited periods.
Red spirits more than any other color want this, but it's difficult for them due to their repulsive appearance and powers. So their leaders came up with a new strategy that if they managed to control the reproduction of a mortal race, then they can coerce them into bonding with red spirits and give them what they want easily.
So they created Maidens' End to bring all phanites under their control.
Can I provide one which did not unite people? The capital of the Kalkaran Empire, Kalkar, had been carved out of the swamps of Pantala, and using funds siphoned from the wealthy cities of the Vale river was rapidly built into a magnificent metropolis, boasting a population of nearly a million at a time when a hundred thousand was seen as impressive. However, over time successive Kalkaran Emperors became increasing extravagant, preferring the focus spending on architectural feats over maintaining the city’s fragile defenses against the seasonal floods. Every year the hundreds of rivers threading throughout Pantala would burst their banks, creating the hundreds of miles of swampland dominating Pantala. One year, after decades of neglect, the city’s defenses were unable to divert the water away from the hardened soil on which Kalkara was built. In the beginning the devastation was already horrific, thousands of people were killed by the waves and there was hardly a street which avoided the floods. However, it only got worse from there. As the water slowly seeped into the ground, it began to take on quicksand-like qualities. As the earth liquified, the city crumbled, far more rapidly than anyone could have anticipated. Over 700,000 lives were lost, as well as an unimaginable wealth of both gold and cultural history. This event also set off the complete collapse of the Kalkaran Empire, and to this day people sift through the shallow water to find random trinkets and bits of gold.
The Red Season War was a conflict that killed nearly 85% of all Falhkon combatants as well as civilian casualties being as high as 100% in some areas.
It was the gruesome warning for all surrounding nations as well as other world powers what the Federation of Cidon would do in the case of an invasion.
It led to the creation of the Central Neutrality Protection Alliance which consisted of several countries to unite in a single war front should any of them be invaded. It also lead to the massive training and deployment of firearms by the Northern Alliance to their protected states to try a deter war with the Federation.
It did nothing in the end. As in the Late Spring of 1640, the entire planet entered a global war against the Federation and its allies.
The City of Man, the largest city ever built with a population numbering some 2 million was destroyed in a 7 month conflict against the Demon Kings and the Viscount after the ninth Emperor of Man, Alexios Dragkin the fourth tried to magically commit genocide against the demons, the spell only ended up working on demons between the ages 100-0, which was considered childhood.
I mean right now the world is still in development but it would have to be the conquering, genociding and enslavement of the gnomes of Damacia by the luffed empire for their druidic prowess.
The entire main story
Well, there was this guy called Plarth Dageous the Wise...
The world of Aurora Apocalypse is still being fleshed out, but the First Battle of Astrid is part of the lore.
Two decades after the apocalypse, the city of Astrid was a bright beacon to the hopeless. Named after the Founder's daughter, Astrid Carter, the City of Astrid contained nearly 30,000 souls and twice that number in support villages that fed the city.
Emmitt Carter, the first Unfettered, raised the city from a tiny village into a safe haven for any who survived the apocalypse. Carter University was established in an effort to teach those with Mental or Physical gifts how to control and harness their powers for the good of humanity.
While the world was still struggling with the introduction of mana mutations, Astrid was the promised land, a place of safety for everyone regardless of race or mutation for the price of recognizing that Emmitt was lord and master of his land.
This led to conflict with the militant Federalists of the city state of Covington, who sought to re-establish their interpretation of the constitution (which existed in a modified form in Astrid). They demanded that Emmit submit to the will of the New United States of America and recognize Covington as the new capital.
While small territorial conflicts along the border of Astrid and Covington occured, nothing of major note happened until the 25th year of the Aurora. A minor dungeon area had opened up along the border. While some dispute which side it emerged on, historians agree that Emmitt would not annex territory without just cause - and all experts agree that it was (and still is) a minor dungeon not worth fighting over.
This conflict escalated into the battle of the Mushroom Caverns, where Carterist forces were routed. Insisting that the territory was his, Emmitt sent troops to recapture the area and over committed, leaving Astrid with reduced defenses.
While forces were engaged at the dungeon, the Federalists attacked from the west, revealing previously unknown mental and physical gifted, including some that had infiltrated Carter university.
The city of Astrid was razed and Emmitt Carter was killed defending it.
However, this was not the end of the city of Astrid or Carter University. As an Unfettered, Emmitt Carter had a strong link to his mana core and was able to meld his astral body with his core. This act made Emmit Carter the fifth known Ascendant, one of the New Gods.
His youngest son, Douglas the Coercive, rallied the survivors to bond with the mana core of Emmit. This gave Emmitt enough power to act, granting Blessings to his bonded and allowing him to establish a Domain. The Federalists were routed and sent packing to Covington. Astrid was rebuilt, the university reestablished, and his children continued his vision of establishing a safe haven while Emmitt built the first Heaven for his followers.
One should note that unlike other Ascended, Emmitt has never claimed to be a god or possess divine powers.
The Fall of Ilvia. In 1133 B.S. There was a huge catastrophe on the Ilvia Peninsula. Earthquakes and volcanic eruptions suddenly engulfed much of the peninsula. Because of this the capital of Ilvia and the surrounding towns fell. By order of the emperors, the main weapon of the empire, the dragons must have been in the capital and lived in the "Big Nest", so this led to the extinction of the dragons, which was the main reason for the fall of Ilvia.
The Firebombing of Nicaea in 1366 3rd Era , during the first days of the Zerian War of Succesion , a fleet of Harenthian zeppelins ( 9 ,500 meters long , armored zeppelins) descent upon the city in the middle of the night dropping tons of napalm like substance over a city who looked like Venice but big enough for 3 milion people .
It was a terror tactic since the zeppelins droped their bombs over the city center , the senate and the imperial palace and not over the castles and naval bases around the city , making it burn without end for 3 full days and killing around 400.000 civilians .
That was mostly because the huge difference in technology between dwarves and the rest of the world since it was 1860's tech vs 1930's tech so the Roscian Empire had no way to defend their own capital.
**The Beretser Campaign of 1629**
By 1628, the Ubried Pact had been reestablished against the Kingdom of Bretsina, which had just come out on top of a succession crisis as well as a large insurrection.
The news of the bellicose Orgendan king’s reforms and the capitulation of the Mersich at the hands of the Curinians was alarming. The Beretser king knew he had to act as soon as possible.
So, in the winter of 1628-29, he ordered the army to quietly mass on the River Deldes. Once ready, he crossed without declaring war and began to lay siege to outlying forts. News of this surprise attack reached ears in the three pact nations, prompting the start of mobilization and declarations of war.
The king then ordered his army to burn all food stores in southeastern Orgen and send livestock back to Bretsina. This caused upwards of 60,000 people to flee into central Orgen. These refugees swelled the populations of several major cities, worsening conflicts over food.
By the start of spring 1629, the Orgendan morale had tanked. In response, the Army of the Deldes had been quickly raised and deployed against a small force of the invading army. It was expected to be a quick victory and a boost to the spirit of the populace.
However, the Beretsers had been prepared. When the attack began, enough reinforcements had arrived to prevent a defeat in detail. As pursuit of victory seemed to now be too costly, the Orgendan commander ordered his force to disengage.
The increased Beretser numbers allowed for them to press on, forcing the enemy into a slow fighting retreat. This gave another Beretser force enough time to maneuver into the Orgendan line of retreat. Several days later, the Army of the Deldes effectively ceased to exist after almost half was killed or captured.
After the Battle of Gearte, the Beretser army had free rein. They stole all the food and livestock in preparation for the campaign against the Curinians and the Naranten. In merely four months, over 100,000 civilians had died from sickness and starvation. More would meet the same fate.
Magic in my world is, for the most part, unable to effect permanent change. If you see something that couldn't continuously exist without magic, like a levitating object for instance, then it's either a practical illusion or someone is actively maintaining it to be like that. You can put things into a previously unattainable stable state only if that state was already stable.
In setting, magic is also more or less what differentiates life from mere chemistry, and it can be thought of as what souls are made of. Someone or something dies precisely when its physical form is no longer able to contain its soul, which typically dissipates quickly. There are (though not until long after the events here described) traditions based around finding and forming stable environments for those souls to exist, but those rituals need to be performed shortly before death in order to be effective.
As the above rules would imply, necromancy isn't really possible. Once someone is dead, the very essence of their life no longer exists in any meaningful form, and no human life is sufficiently complex to be able to reconstruct another human soul. This has however not stopped people from trying, one person in particular, whom I haven't yet named so I'll call her Anne, spent her life trying to figure out how to do it as an academic curiosity. Eventually she came to the same conclusion I described above; the soul is lost on death, and creating one is beyond human capability.
However, she realized that even if she couldn't reconstruct a lost soul, she might be able to use an existing one as a kind of blueprint. After some proofs of concept with plants and small animals, she tried to copy her own soul to a cadaver body, but messed up somehow and ended up killing herself instead. Anne's daughter "Susan", who had been helping her mother with all of this, was distraught, and made it her life's goal to *truly* learn the art of necromancy and bring her back.
#The tragedy proper
Susan, driven mad by the loss of her mother, dedicated herself to building a human soul from scratch, despite its practical impossibility. Through sheer force of dedication and natural ability though, while Susan could not create a soul that was in any way alive on its own, she was able to approximate it enough that she essentially had arbitrarily many bodies, all but her own controlled by an artificial soul and her constant (though small) input of magical attention. These bodies would decay, as they were essentially puppets rather than actual living beings, and would reduce to skeletons within a few months.
With her new army, Susan took over the entire central continental desert, genociding any populations living there, and leading to the centuries-long Skeleton Wars. Thankfully they're restricted to the desert due to the high amounts of crystalline magic found in the sand, at least for a while.
Assedag (The Day of Ash, but in dutch)
A vulcano erupts on the far west of Koazi, ash falls the next day, on Felkyra, nearly 3000km away, a vulcanic winter follows, one that will test the endurance of the human race, for 2 years the temperatures fall below zero (C°). This causes mass starvation and is the direct cause of the Verthjol defeat in northern Felkyra, and the establishment of the Grandrealms.
For the Firstborn, this would be the entirety of the three and a half centuries of the occupation of Terel'Liren by the Gillorian Empire, but the most emblematic of all of the atrocities of the invasion and the long occupation would be the Burning of Oberoth.
Oberoth, ultimately derived from an ancient Terelain phrase meaning "Great City", and commonly called simply Nareth or "The City", was the ancestral capital of the Firstborn and the seat of the Eternal Throne. According to tradition, Oberoth was the First City itself from which all other cities in the world are ultimately derived. Even ones thst sre not built in its image are believed to be spiritually or conceptually inspired by it in a vein similar to the Ideal Forms of Plato.
The city is the heart of Firstborn civilisation, the place where all authority both spiritual and political resided. When the First, Third and Seventh Imperial Legions sacked the city in 1929 4A/3E a truly incalculable wealth of history was lost. Over the course of the Aberration, as the Terelains would call the occupation, almost all of the First City's most ancient and prominent landmarks and structures were demolished or defaced in some fashion to make way for Gillorian plans to expand the city and convert it into the capital of an imperial province. Many of these buildibgs dated back to before the Breaking of the World to the days of the First Kingdom of the Children of Terel and of Tara over thirteen thousand years prior. Many of these structures were simply irreplaceable as the secrets of their construction had been wholly lost.
The psychological and spiritual damage done to the Firstborn by the Burning of Oberoth and the occupation afterwards cannot be understated. These events left deep scars in the Terelain psyche that would never truly heal. Not even twenty thousand years after these events, when they bestrode the very stars, would these events be forgotten. The Lamentation for the First City would echo in their cultures until the stars went out or the last strength of the Elderborn failed.
The heart and origin of civilisation had fallen, and she would bear her scars forevermore just as the Terelains would.
The image of the First City in flames was the subject of many songs, plays and paintings, and even ages later it was a rallying cry amongst the Firstborn. Never again. Never again would the First City suffer such defilement. This image was especially preferred by the Children of the Elders, an extremist Terelain supremacist group that ended up seizing power during the Long War against the Second Gillorian Empire, and it was with the image of this single atroocity that they justified the horrors they would themselves unleash when they drove the entire Gillorian people to extinction. It was only by a convulsive horror amongst more moderate segments of the Terelain population that these extremists would eventually be overthrown and a pogrom of every non-Elderborn (that is, not one of the Five Elder Races of Aerin such as the Firdtborn themselves) species wasn't instituted.
Too many. I have my world as horrible as possible to encourage as much conflict as possible while also being somewhat liveable and realistic. So right now I guess, 100 million people were burned alive and are continuously tortured beyond death.
Unite? ...Terrans? ...have you *met* them?
If the Sundering didn't do it, and the Voidborn invasion didn't even get close, I don't think there's anything that can unite them beyond temporary immediate goals.
Well, not entirely unite them either, but the closest they've ever gotten was First Contact. And that was no tragedy.
Well, unite is a bit of a strong word, but I have two that happened relatively close together.
The first was the Ending Winter. A calamity that nearly brought about the total collapse of life on the planet due to a decay of mana; a.k.a literal life essence. It all started roughly 6,500 years from my world's present day, when the king of the human kingdom of Valorant declared war on the dragon kingdom of Pyrathus. The humans wanted power; power that supposedly the dragons were hiding away for themselves. What the humans, and more specifically the king, did not know was that this 'power' is one that is innate to dragons; the power to balance and alter mana in an area around themselves. It is a power that dragons cannot teach, nor share with others at it is as natural to them as breathing.
This war would go on to last for 3,500 years. The humans lasted this long by praying to their gods, and in turn being blessed with the ability to rise up from death and continue their 'crusade' against the dragons. The 18 Champions, each chosen by a different god, were also granted divine weapons. These weapons however took an extremely large amount of mana to use at full power, more than their wielders could offer. Thus, the weapons began to feed off the ambient mana in the area around themselves. As the war continued, this area had to grow to keep the weapons powered. Eventually, this led to a feedback loop occurring where the weapons were pulling mana out of the entire world itself. The world, in kind, looked to dragons to help make up the difference. However, the dragons were being killed by the dozens every year, making them unable to help the planet. This resulted in dragons having their very life drained from them, causing them to go mad and rampage and destroy indiscriminately until they were killed. This would later be called the Ending Winter.
By the end of the war, several tribes of dragons were effectively extinct, with their progenitors killed during the war. Many more fled to alternate planes of reality, never to be seen again. Humanity wasn't much better off, as their crop yields steadily declined, birthrates plummeted, rivers dried up and forest withered away. By the time they realised their mistake, it was too late. They called an end to the war, and sealed away the divine weapons in large anti-magic chambers to prevent them from siphoning anymore from the world. By this point though, the planet had so little mana left in relation to its size, and so few dragons left to help fix this that the estimated time before life could go back to how it was was around 1,000,000 years.
This gives way to the second calamity which occurred only 2,000 years ago or about 1,000 after the end of the war. Due to the Ending Winter, the planet began to try and siphon mana back from anywhere it could in an effort to save itself. This led to many old runes, barriers, magical locks and seals being removed. One such seal was a spell put in place to prevent a portal that led to literal hell from opening in our world. Without that spell though, the portal opened and demons, devils, and beasts of all kinds began to pour from the ever growing scar in the earth. Thousands of humans, who were barely getting by on small, sickly harvests of potatoes and wheat, were quickly swept up in the bloody tide and killed. The king, in his panic, demanded the release of the divine weapons to try and suppress the invasion. Sadly, the nigh immortal heroes of the war had long since moved on, and their weapons had gone inert from a lack of fuel. In desperation, the humans looked to the few remaining dragons for help. Only one stepped forth to end the invasion; Basilisk's Eye, Meden.
Meden was a force dragon, or one who is highly in tune with magic as a whole rather than a specific element. He was a war hero, and like his "grand father" Basilisk, he had learned to use magic without spellcasting. With nothing more than his own wits and his personal mana reserve, Meden set out and single-handedly pushed back the demonic army. Once he had fought his way back to the portal, he recreated the seal to the best of his ability. Sadly, there were two problems. The first was that he couldn't recreate perfectly, as he didn't know how and even if he did the planet would just dissolve it like it had the original one. The second problem was that while he had pushed the army back to the portal, he hadn't killed all the demons that had gotten into the world. This led to the founding of the explorer and adventurer guilds, who would work together to hunt down the demons and kill them off before they could make a new portal. It also led to Meden living near the seal he had made so as to make sure it held strong, and every few years he had to make it again from scratch.
Moving up to modern times, due to many, many, MANY events that transpired, the Ending Winter was ended, and the portal to hell was safely closed up in a more permanent manner. The humans learned nothing, as all these events happened too far apart for the non divine blessed humans to see the connections. The dragons, that are still alive, are now not only more spiteful of humans, but are also no longer close with each other between tribes. Rather, each tribe has left Pyrathus and now basically makes their own homes where they see fit. Oh, and Meden is now the actual God of Magic.
The Nadire massacre is in history books. The Nadire branch were descendants of one of the four light keepers(heroes who drove away an alien invasion). A man named Memphis led a raid during there annual gathering and most of the Nadire were killed except for three though the world thinks only one survived.
All magic collapsed, killing all high populations. Only few settlements managed to either contain magic, or rip out their augementations before they stopped supporting them.
After that society got restructured, those who survived the magic cascade being akin to gods, and retreating into Inaktive volkanoes, craters or similair structures to hide themselves from the general new population.
Have commented on a different post about this tragedy before but I'll say do it again while speaking on another one too.
The Tragedy of San Rolando was an event that saw the city of San Rolando, Texas (similar but not related to real world Texas) ravaged by the largest dark dimensional rift that has ever been recorded. As dimensional rifts are known for being unpredictable, opening up wherever and whenever, it was still an absolute shock to see a regular sunny sky torn and blackened by something not of this world. The rift on its own opening up in the middle of the city caused massive damage and took millions of lives instantly but the destruction that followed brought by the creatures that came from the void was what really cemented this as one of the greatest tragedy the world has every seen. It took 2 months before the Commission for Alternate Dimensional Research and Defense could get the situation under control and put an end to the nightmare. By the end of it 1.8 million of the 2.6 million population had lost their lives.
Another tragedy is largely unknown by most people in the world. There was a time when a few commission members had come across a village housing a wanted entity who originated from the rifts named Alaenos. The village was very friendly and helpful to the members while they were there but this only grew strange and worrying as the commission members discovered that most of the villagers had been compromised by beings from the rifts, either housing them or even bonded with them. Hellbound, as they were called, were only considered a myth up to this point so the members were terrified to learn the truth of the village. When they found their target they discovered him living amongst the villagers not even trying to hide who or what he really was. Alaenos didn't fight back but simply asked that if he went quietly would they leave the rest of village alone? The members agreed and took Alaenos into custody with them, however they received word from the commissions higher ups telling them to destroy the village and leave no survivors as it was too dangerous to be left alone. Two of the members refused but were powerless to stop it as the commission had sent in reinforcements to help with the act. They had killed every man, woman, child and dark entity in that village and burned it to the ground. The event was covered up and to this day no one knows how/why those people were living with the entities or why such a dangerous and chaotic being like Alaenos was living in that village so peacefully. Even more what made it important enough to sacrifice himself for it? Those two members who refused to follow the orders retired soon after and only know that a happy and peaceful village was destroyed that day because of the fear and hatred from those sworn to protect the people just trying to live their lives.
Very well then.
Event: The end
Description: James, once ruler of the planet Imagicland, now has become a megalomaniac who, kidnapped 9 special children, tries to kill everyone on the planet using the massive storm of his nanobot army filled with an extremely lethal poison. A single nanobot brings death unexpectedly and immediately. But his brother, Navin, gathered all the heroes he could find and rushed to defeat James in his space station like he usually does. This time however James wasn't fooling around and tricked Naavin. The heroes were not even aware that they were teleported 3 billion lightyears away the moment they all entered the space station. Everyone on the planet died. Navin was driven into madness and denial due to his failure. James won...
**The Murder of Yi Min-Shu**
To make an extremely long story short, just imagine Gandhi, Mother Teresa, Martin Luther King, and other great philanthropists all combined into a single person. That is essentially who Yi Min-Shu is. He only wanted to help people and enlighten them at a time of unprecedented suffering. He donated all his earthly belongings to the poor, and went from town to town to teach people things like literacy, carpentry, medicine, etc.
In a world of kings and serfdom, he singlehandedly got the ball rolling on social change. People started to talk, and soon they started to clamor for change. The "Yellow Dream" was developed, basically my world's Enlightenment. The world's first charities were started in his honor. Governments started to take notice, even monarchs grew sympathetic to the plight of the masses. Yi Min-Shu became extremely popular, yet never exploited it for his own gain. Since he had donated his own home away, people started to use the carpentry skills he taught them to build him new homes and temples to his down-to-earth version of Darenism, except he converted them all into soup kitchens and homeless shelters, which only made him and his ideas more popular.
However, by the time some national governments had begun to embrace it, implementing democracies in defiance of the status quo, the monarchs of old responded with steel. What started as a minor border conflict had escalated into a global war between monarchists and liberals. Being a staunch pacifist, Yi Min-Shu stayed away from it. But even then, he was not the type to judge others if they felt that only through violence could they be free, which only made him even more popular.
The war dragged on and the nature of it changed. It was no longer monarchists vs liberals. Actually, they were now on the same side, together with nationalists, anarchists, and many more, against an infinitely more sinister force that had secretly hijacked the monarchist cause. The war grew apocalyptic in its own right; brainwashed armies, monstrous bioweapons, industrialized genocide, the killing of gods, etc. The empires of old had slowly turned dystopian and insane. Many hundreds of millions had died already, mostly innocent civilians, which was enough to make Yi act against all his principles and take a side.
Yi steeled himself as he headed towards Perova, the heart of one of the dystopian empires. Yi expected that his popularity would let him speak with the emperor there (whom he deeply respected), to make him see reason, to make peace, or at least just a ceasefire. He was sorely mistaken. When he walked up towards the front entrance of the Imperial Palace, he went to greet one of the guards there. However, one guard furiously levelled his rifle at Yi and brutally gunned him down on the spot, even so far as to shoot the other guard that tried to stop him. And just like that, Yi - and his hope of peace that so many shared - was gone.
The event was captured on video, grainy and filmed from far away, which was quickly spread around the world. The city at the time was eerily quiet as well, given the curfews and ban on civilian motor vehicles, which allowed the gunshots to echo throughout the city. Deep down, everyone knew what had happened.
Most of the dystopias survived only on the tacid support from its populace. So long as the emperor was seen as their leader, most were willing to suppress their conscience to carry out their emperor's will. However, Yi's popularity had grown so much that it actually displaced some of the populace's love for their emperor. Enough to spark a massive wave of popular uprisings across the world. The dystopias were rocked to their core, as their citizens revolted and large sections of their military defected. Not even brainwashed soldiers could deny the truth anymore; their emperors were either no longer in charge, or had become cruel beyond sense.
Despite the monstrous tragedy of Yi's murder, it is often seen as the final nail in the coffin for the dystopias. They were already on the decline, but after this they were in freefall. It is also seen as one of the more definitive demonstrations of how the peoples of the world are more alike than different, established the bedrock for the future Yellow Federation that would unite the world in a harmonious union post-war.
the genocide of the beasts, where near all scale born, sky born and blood born were killed off after their regiment did not alter the outcome of the battles during the redgrass wars, thus being worthless to the blood elves, who decided they were better dead than alive
The arrival of the Precursors.
Words cannot describe how messed up was this species. They'd launch countless genocides and abuse multiple species. The exact number of deaths they caused is unknown and suffering is immeasurable. By the time protagonists learn of their arrival, the Precursors are already certified genocidal maniacs who destroyed countless civilisations, either by brutal genocide, or the worse.
Only one species escaped their purge and lived to tell the tale. One tortured, abused and gaslighted for so long, they forgot all they once were, their homeworld, their history, even their own faces. Even though such a long time has passed since then, the abuse they received is relevant and has had a huge impact on their society. They were defeated, scattered across the cosmos to mourn their loss and ruminate on whether what they got was a well-deserved punishment.
TL;DR: People who deserved no harm received the worst fate possible.
The reign of the dragon Morthran is arguably the worst thing to ever happen. He came to power after being challenged by a human supremacist knight and absolutely destroying him. Morthran finally decided enough was enough with the mortals lashing out against the dragons and immortal races so he seized power and convinced the surviving dragons to fall in line. Even the dragons most sympathetic to humans and elves did fall in line for some time. His reign lasted 300 years. It was 300 years of torture, slavery, exploitation, and genocide for humans, elves, and orcs. Arguably the only reason they weren't wiped out entirely is that Morthran needed slaves to do his bidding.
Ultimately, his reign ended in rebellion and he was killed. The forced unity of elves and men led to the rise of their two great kingdoms in the aftermath.
Attack on Migria, The air was cold, Winter was nearing. Snow finally hit the grounds. In the distance of the capital looked to be a parade. The citizens thought it could be a caravan of some sorts, I mean, why wouldn’t traders come to the capital. Many were asleep when the outer walls bursted. The parade was actually a group of masterful elven assassins from Etionath. After the outer walls then the inner walls fell. The city lit ablaze. A cloud of smoke filled the land, It was seen across the Province. After seven hours, the city was burnt and gone. The king was either in hiding or one of the many charred corpses. The event caused war between The Ministry and the Pact. Again.
When humanity invaded the land of Terria to reclaim their ancestral land from the elves, they had the technological advantage, but held back many of their more destructive weapons due to their honor system of “Fairen Kampf”, where any initial engagement should be fought without excessive advantages in technology, so as to access the strengths and adaptability of the foe and to prove they are capable warriors first and for most.
They don’t let this blind them to winning wars tho, and will incorporate their op tech as the war goes on, silently showing the enemy they have a ultimatum, “Surrender now, or be destroyed”. This is how the humans fought against the elves, and initially they had enough of a advantage with bolt action rifles and machine guns that the elves were in mass retreat, however the elves had decided in secret to diverge from their strict warrior traditions and instead took human tech and used it to further their own.
This came to a head when the elves launched a surprise attack on a human fort with their new magic rifles and light beam guns, which evened the fighting to a stalemate. The elves then brought out a super weapon of theirs, a big ass cannon with a massive light crystal within it. The use of this weapon was protested by Elven general Xianados, who knew about the humans Fairen Kampf code and had grown to respect them as warriors, and felt like such a weapon would be distasteful to use against them. But the rest of the generals didn’t care, and used it upon the fort, along with many more smaller light cannons. The result was the total destruction of the fort and its men, thousands of men had died, survivors were either killed on spot or captured to be executed.
When news of this slaughter reached Imperator Caesar Hanz von Kirchhoff, he was furious. He then ordered for the immediate escalation in arms against the elves, and this is when the elves started to get their shit pushed in. Up until now, then elves didn’t think humanity had anything else up their sleeves, and that they had now managed to get even with them, maybe even surpass them, but the elves had no idea what humanity had been holding back. We brought out thunderous artillery, howitzers destroyed forest, flame throwers turned elven soldiers into ash, tanks rolled over corpses and blew holes in fortresses, gas filled the trenches with death and air craft rained death from above.
The Reich also asked for assistance from other human nations, so the airborne divisions and trench gun battalions of the USM fought the enemy both on and behind enemy lines, the Heavenly Isles deployed the arguably insane Arditi, soldiers specialized in high risk tactics that received missions that were almost always suicidal, yet the alway completed their mission, and the men of Russka, born from the cold mountains and masters of mechanical warfare with a particular hatred for magic, the treads of their tanks left behind a field of black and gray, the only color seen was the red of the blood that coated their tanks. Suffice to say, the elves had dug themselves a hole, and they would have to pull out all the stops if they wished to survive.