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Magic is common enough in TOW that everyone in the world is at least somewhat aware of it, but the absolute vast majority of people do not know how to use it, and may never even have seen anyone else use it either. That being said, it is much more prevalent in some parts of the world than in others, and certain races and groups have a much stronger affinity to it than others. Fantastical creatures are common enough in TOW that few truly doubt their existence. Their prevalence and the frequency of encounters with them vary considerably depending on the type of creature, time in history, and part of the world you are dealing with. There are many different religions in TOW - with most being polytheistic - but whether the gods actually exist or not will remain undisclosed for the time being. One thing that I can say unequivocally is that people and things have a sort of fate in TOW. It is not your typical concept of fate, where something is 100% predetermined, but rather, something more malleable. You see, there are these beings in TOW called Ellaari, which are superficially similar to the Maiar of Tolkien's world in that they are tasked with bringing a set outcome to fruition. They are neither good nor evil. They just see to it that fate happens. In other words, if a homeless woman is predestined to become a queen, the Ellaari will TRY to make it happen, by their own hands if they have to. Likewise, if some innocent, little girl's fate it to be quartered and beheaded, then the Ellaari will TRY to make it happen. The Ellaari themselves come in many different forms, with some taking the shapes of animals and people, others the shapes of trees and fungi, and others still the shape of natural forces, such as the wind or heat. Political intrigues and military conflicts in TOW can get quite complicated, just like in real life. Everything from regular politics (such as lineages, territory or control of resources), to ethnicity and religion may play a part. The degree to which magic and fantastical elements play a role can of course vary in the extreme. In terms of architecture, weapons, clothing and armor designs, TOW likes to dip its toes (unintentional pun there) into both high and low fantasy. It definitely leans heavily in favor of high fantasy, with some civilizations/cultures being pure high fantasy, but most fall somewhere in between a realistic, medieval/ancient look and the stuff you see in LotR or a 90's computer game. As such, think of Minas Tirith (LotR) or the Imperial City (TES) before you think of a more realistic looking city (while still acknowledging that they exist in the world), and for armor, think of things like towering knights in shining golden armor or skimpily clad Amazonian warriors before you think of a traditional, medieval knight. Do keep in mind that TOW is far from just medieval in its themes. there are actually multiple Ancient-Egyptian-inspired civilizations and many other types of highly distinct cultures with their own customs, architecture, attire, languages, political systems and customs.

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Continent: Eiyamith Fundamental Map Division: West Political System: Limited, Non-Elected Monarchy Societal Type: Strongly Male-Dominant Society Magic: Highly frowned upon, but some forms of magic are lawful Racial Makeup - Coastal Cities: Eiyhirenn 66~78%, Goehirenn 9~12%, Dwarves 7~9%, Aldnr 4~5%, Orcs 1~3%, Dvaifnr 1~2%, other 2~3% Racial Makeup - Interior Towns and Villages: Eiyhirenn 79,5~80%, Dwarves 9~10%, Goehirenn 8~11%, Aldnr 2~4%, Orcs 0.5~2%, Dvaifnr 0~1%, other 1~3% Racial Makeup - Civilized Settlements in the High Mountains: Dwarves 55~74,5%, Eiyhirenn 20~35%, Goehirenn 3~5%, Aldnr 1~2%, Orcs 0.5~1%, other 1~2% Religious Makeup- Coastal Cities: Western Polytheism 88~96%, Kanenism 3~9%, other 1~3% Religious Makeup- Interior Towns and Villages: Western Polytheism 95~98,5%, Kanenism 1~3%, other 0,5~2% Religious Makeup- Civilized Settlements in the High Mountains: Western Polytheism 95~99,9%, other 0,1~5% • Mainland Eiarelm has a very wet, temperate climate with relatively little seasonality. It rains on an almost daily basis all year around and the air in the country is often described by visitors as thick, heavy, and laden with excessive moisture. The densely forested coastal regions maintain high temperatures all year around, but the semi-mountainous plains of the interior can get quite chilly in winter due to a mix of seasonality and high elevation. The country is home to numerous streams and rivers, but few of those found in the inland regions are actually navigable by ship and elevation-related obstacles (such as waterfalls) mean that the coastal and interior waterway systems are not directly cross-navigable. The downstream river-systems also have the added complication of being somewhat prone to flooding due to flat geography, strong sea winds, and a particular abundance of rain. • Most of the country’s large population centers are either situated in close proximity to each other right on the coast or far apart in the deep interior. The latter is also home to numerous villages and hamlets of varying size which tend to disseminate out from each town and city. The forests of the coastal regions are hardly inhabited at all, mostly due to an overabundance of dangerous wildlife and common superstition, but there are some scattered military outposts and minor settlements along the rivers leading to the interior. • There is a significant wealth disparity between the coastal cities and the settlements of the interior, with the former being much wealthier than the latter. The coastal cities are also more cosmopolitan, trade-oriented, and deeply intertwined with outside politics, while the interior is more ethnically homogeneous, agrarian-based, and concerned with internal politics rather than what is happening in the wider world. • Another thing that also varies significantly depending on where in the country you are is the character and relative presence of slavery and serfdom. Slaves are not particularly common in the towns and cities of the interior, but they, along with serfs, often constitute an outright majority in more rural areas. Nearly all slaves in the countryside of the interior, regardless of sex, are manual slaves who perform heavy labor or work the crop fields, while the few slaves who do reside in the towns and cities are usually brothel slaves or the personal sex slaves of rich merchants and high-born lords. By contrast, slaves in the coastal cities tend to be fairly evenly split along the sexes in terms of the roles that they perform, with most male slaves being forced to work what little usable farmland there is, while most of the female slaves are used as domestic servants or sex slaves. It should be noted that manual slaves in Eiarelm are usually clothed and often indistinguishable from serfs in most regards other than that they are branded and wear neck collars. By contrast, the sex slaves are nearly always forced to be nude indoors and are typically only draped in thin, full-body cloaks while out in the open. Another important thing to note about slaves in Eiarelm is that most of them, regardless of where in the country they are, are owned by a small number of wealthy aristocrats who live in the coastal cities.

Korfalgs are aquatic, predatory creatures primarily found in the swamps of Ustmaar and northeastern Maidenfell. They are blob-like in appearance and have four sets of external, tendril-like arms which they use to breathe and to grapple their victims into submission. They can transpose living organisms directly through the skin of the abdomen into a chamber known as the Herlac where they possess three highly modified arms which change function based on a cyclic pattern. The Herlac is coated in a thick layer of adhesive mucus which contains a powerful nerve suppressant that quickly immobilizes the victim once caught inside. For most of the year, the internal arms are used to discharge digestive enzymes into the primary cavities of a victim’s body, but during the breeding season, the arms are co-opted to discharge sperm and the mucus switches to a highly nutrition-rich composition. The Herlac also contains sensitive hormone receptors which have evolved to distinguish between female and male pheromones in other animals. If male pheromones are detected within the Herlac during the breeding season, the Herlac begins an immediate transition out of the mating phase and will begin to kill the victim with digestive enzymes within only a few days. Korfalgs stop eating while they have a victim caught in the Herlac and the mucus in the breeding season actively transfers nutrients from the Korfalg to the victim in order to keep the latter alive. Creatures which are not able to absorb these nutrients directly through the skin usually die in short succession even if they are caught during the breeding season. Should a female victim manage to survive the processes thus far described, the Korfalg will become sluggish and move to the nearest lake or a deep, undisturbed portion of its own swamp. There it will sink to the bottom with its abdomen facing up and bury most of its body below the sand or mud while keeping its external arms exposed to retrieve oxygen. At this point, the Korfalg will enter a hibernation-like state that lasts until the victim has undergone a full pregnancy within the Herlac. For reference, Korfalg-induced pregnancies usually last about as long as normal pregnancies would for the females in question. When the Korfalg spawn are finally about to be born they push the arm which was used to inseminate the female out of the vaginal cavity and then crawl out of the Herlac to fend for themselves. Over the next day or so, the parent Korfalg’s normal body functions will slowly begin to return and it will eventually wake up and dig itself out of the sand/mud. At this point, its Herlac will already have begun to kill the female with digestive enzymes to give the Korfalg the energy it needs to make a full recovery. Korfalgs are widely despised, known about, and famed for their ravenous appetite in the regions where they are found, but they are largely an unknown entity to the peoples living outside of the West. Out of all peoples, the Orcs of Ustmaar have a particularly long history of encounters with Korfalgs, but even they know relatively little about them. A lot of common knowledge about the creatures was lost during the chaos of the Fifth and Sixth Eras, particularly knowledge about their reproductive habits, but also a handful of rare firsthand accounts which explained how one could escape once caught in a Herlac. Thankfully, instances of people being snatched from boats and partially digested bodies being found inside of dead Korfalgs has made it common knowledge that they will try to eat people if possible, and furthermore, it is widely known that Herlacs posses an inner coating with unusual medicinal properties, but theories regarding what it can be used for vary a great deal.

Gess : a large, inhabited planet situated within the Material Plane. It is the main setting of TOW as a franchise. the Heavenly Plane (strongly preferred for out-of-universe discussions and lore-writing but also used in-universe) / the World of Gods and Spirits : the plane of existence within which most gods and other ethereal beings reside. the Immaterial Plane (strongly preferred for out-of-universe discussions and lore-writing but also used in-universe) / the World Beyond : the plane of existence to which most souls pass after death. the Material Plane (strongly preferred for out-of-universe discussions and lore-writing but also used in-universe) / the Mortal World / the Living World / the World of Men (used mainly by humans) : the plane of existence within which Gess is situated and most mortal beings reside. the Plane of Atonement (strongly preferred for out-of-universe discussions and lore-writing but also used in-universe) / the World In-Between : a transitional plane of existence situated somewhere in-between the Immaterial Plane and Material Plane. It occupies the same space as the latter plane and is thus a parallel incarnation of it. It is the place where the souls of those who have committed grave injustices and/or atrocities during their lives end up if they never atoned for their sins in the eyes of the gods. Some who end up there are permanently stuck in limbo while others are given an opportunity to go back to the Material Plane as Spirits and atone for their sins.

Beast : any being with dense fur-coverage across its body. Dragonborn : any being which is the direct offspring of a Dragon and something else. Demigod (if male) / Demigoddess (if female) : any being which is the direct offspring of an Immortal and a Mortal. Ethereal : any being born outside the Material Plane. God (if male) / Goddess (if female) (The term is self-explanatory.) Halfborn : any being which is a cross between two species or races. Halfrenn : any being which is a cross between a Human and a non-human humanoid. Humanoid : any bipedal being which has hands and a human-like torso. (This term is only used out-of-universe.) Immortal : any being which is unable to die from old age and disease. Mortal : any being which is able to die from old age and disease. Sentient : any being which can be classified as a Basal Sentient, Low Sentient, Primal Sentient, Primitive Sentient, Barbarian Sentient, or a High Sentient.

Non-sentients . . . are unable to communicate directly, but they can indicate their presence and availability as a mate through pheromones or bodily fluids and they may also be able to perform threatening displays. . . . are unable to make or use technology at all. At most, some races/species may use shells for protection. . . . live in the nude. Pre-sentients . . . are not able to speak, read, or write, but they can convey danger, affection, status, availability, and the intent to mate through body-language, posture, and vocalizations. . . . are unable to make or use advanced technology but some races/species do make bedding or nests out of foliage and a few are even able to use natural objects as makeshift weapons or tools. . . . live in the nude. Basal Sentients . . . are not able to speak, read, or write, but they can communicate in a limited fashion through grunts, facial expressions, and very simple hand-gestures. . . . are able to use things like shaped pieces of wood and sharpened rocks and bone as weapons and tools and they can also construct highly rudimentary shelters using things like logs, rocks, and foliage. . . . live in the nude and totally lack any stigmas around nudity. Races/Species belonging to this level of sentience: Girlnefaiyn, Fargr, Wemr, Virmgr? (I did not make any of the images shown above. They are personally modified versions of existing media that have been included merely to provide visual representations for what one would expect of races/species at this level of sentience) Low Sentients . . . are not able to speak, read, or write, but they can communicate through advanced hand-gestures, facial expressions, grunts, and special vocalizations. . . . are able to make primitive weapons and tools – such as clubs, spears, and daggers – using things like wood, string, bone, ivory, and flintstone and they can also construct primitive tents and shelters using things like logs, rocks, thatch, and animal hide. . . . live in the nude and totally lack any stigmas around nudity. That said, some Low Sentients have managed to develop rudimentary shoes and a few races living in colder climates may even wear simple pelts for insulation while outdoors. Races/Species belonging to this level of sentience: Esner, Maugr, Idner (I did not make any of the images shown above. They are personally modified versions of existing media that have been included merely to provide visual representations for what one would expect of races/species at this level of sentience) Primal Sentients . . . are able to speak, but only in a primitive, often ungrammatical fashion where the vocabulary is extremely basic, everything is said in present-tense, and most sentences only consist of 2-3 words; e.g. “Me like human”, “Meat good”, “Her give water?” or “Woman tall”. They are unable to read or write. . . . are able to make primitive weapons and tools – such as clubs, spears, and daggers – using things like wood, string, bone, ivory, and flintstone and they can also make clothing out of string and animal hide (or foliage) as well as tents and wooden huts using things like animal hide, bone, logs, rocks, and thatch. . . . tend to have a stigma against showing genitals and thus cover them up on the basis of embarrassment. Some Primal Sentients living in colder climates also wear more extensive clothing for the purpose of insulation, but most Primal Sentients are very lightly dressed, often only wearing a thin, revealing garment over the crotch. Races/Species belonging to this level of sentience: Hirlfaiyn?, Boegen, Goblahr, An'weiyn, Coh’weiyn, Fal'weiyn, Mer'weiyn, So'weiyn, Yao’weiyn, Lilritten, Rhet (I did not make any of the images shown above. They are personally modified versions of existing media that have been included merely to provide visual representations for what one would expect of races/species at this level of sentience) Primitive Sentients . . . are able to speak, but their vocabulary tends to be quite limited and straightforward. Primitive Sentients are rarely able to read/write unless they have been taught by a more advanced race, and even then, they are rarely able to do it very well. . . . are able to make fairly advanced weapons and tools – such as flint swords, axes, and even bows – using things like wood, string, bone, ivory, and flintstone and they can also make fairly advanced clothing as well as simple pottery and buildings using shaped wood and clay. . . . tend to have a stigma against showing genitals and thus cover them up on the basis of embarrassment. Primitive Sentients also tend to wear clothes for insulation, status, and/or protection, but the amount of clothing worn can vary a lot depending on the race and time-period in question. Races/Species belonging to this level of sentience: Imnr, Rainr, Elfaiyn?, Aoren, Hipponen, Rheenen, Ohtehn, Rennlahr, Renn'weiyn, Mmorokar?, Sonmer?, Dalmer?, Koimer?, Kishaari, Vulpen, Rekaari?, Setaari?, Vemaari?, Skekaani, Llekaani (I did not make any of the images shown above. They are personally modified versions of existing media that have been included merely to provide visual representations for what one would expect of races/species at this level of sentience) Barbarian Sentients . . . are able to speak, even in a sophisticated, formal fashion, but they tend to prefer blunt, direct language. Most Barbarian Sentients can read and write. . . . are able to forge weapons and tools from iron or alloys and they are also advanced enough to build large structures with stone. . . . usually have stigmas around being nude, though the degree to which nudity is stigmatized can vary a great deal by race and society. Races/Species belonging to this level of sentience: Koiydnr, Goehirenn, Khwen?, Dirshr/Droshr, Draellr/Dreshr, Drokmar, Oromar, Ansaari, Lishaari, Pantaari, Anuuten, Drekaani (I did not make any of the images shown above. They are personally modified versions of existing media that have been included merely to provide visual representations for what one would expect of races/species at this level of sentience) High Sentients . . . are able to speak in a clear and coherent fashion that would sound mostly normal to anyone out-of-universe and most individuals are also able to read and write. . . . are more technologically advanced than other Sentients. . . . usually have stigmas around being nude, though the degree to which nudity is stigmatized can vary a great deal by race and society. Races/Species belonging to this level of sentience: Anahr, Yoenahr, Aldnr, Dvaifnr, Kemnr, Lobsnr, Eiyhirenn, Estrenn, Elrenn, Valhirenn, Yoerann, Nessessi, Sivaiessi, Viveissi ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Difference between Uncivilized, Semi-civilized, and Civilized When a race, species, or lifeform is referred to (or described) as "uncivilized," it means that it has a Basal ~ Low level of Sentience. When a race, species, or lifeform is referred to (or described) as "semi-civilized," it means that it has a Primal ~ Primitive level of Sentience. When a race, species, or lifeform is referred to (or described) as "civilized," it means that it has a Barbarian ~ High level of Sentience.

Litswitch is essentially a fine, dark gray powder that takes on different chemical properties depending on what elements it's mixed with. It's made by grinding a certain type of rock and salt mineral together, and is thus quite easy to produce. Depending on what you mix it with, it can be made highly flammable, explosive, or acidic. It doesn't cause any sort of air pollution and is only mildly toxic. Litswitch Ignition refers to an array of chemical reactions that will happen consistently when the powder interacts with certain other compounds and materials. Carnatheene is the oldest known form of Litswitch solution, and has been known about for thousands of years, even all the way back in the early First Era. It has a coarse, thick, pasty consistency, and is naturally luminescent with a somewhat greenish yellow color. It's most widely used by primitive races, often as a sort of glowing body-paint, but also for painting and in the decorating of sacred sites. That said, more advanced civilizations do often use it to mark trees for lumber or to make points of interest easier to see at night (chiefly, so that you can find your way around in the countryside or wilderness without having to use the stars). Some primitive societies also know that Carnatheene can be given a bright red glow if you combine it with iron. Canathoreene Stones are hard, often sharp crystals that emit an incredibly strong, white light. In fact, they can in many cases be significantly brighter than your average light bulb. They are formed through a fairly labor-intensive process called Litswitch Crystallization, which has only been around for a few hundred years. Litswitch Crystallization refers to the practice of repeatedly heat-treating and compressing Litswitch powder until it turns into a solid form; or in other words, a Canathoreene Stone. Saraata is a heavy, partially Litswitch-based paste used as a condiment by a race called the Catharni (who live primarily in Idia). It's a mix of coarsely grained Litswitch, plants, and another material called Linosheen. Linosheen is a hard, black material with an almost obsidian-esque look to it. It was a commonly used Eleven armor material during most of the Classical and Modern eras owing to its rigidity and durability, but it immediately fell out of favor when it was discovered that it quickly dissolves when in contact with Litswitch. As Litswitch canons and explosives universally use partially Litswitch-based ammunition, it simply became too dangerous to wear it during battles. Griovuain (or Larkin, as it is often called) is an expensive, frothy, slowly bubbling solution. It's made of concentrated Litswitch, a highly acidic and toxic compound called Niratine, heavy amounts of iron, small amounts of Linosheen, and various animal fats. It's pitch-black in color and can cause severe burns to the skin. Breathing in heavily concentrated Griovuain fumes can also cause a wide array of different illnesses, most of which are fatal if left untreated. When combined with a gas called Aeathels (or its concentrated form, Keiolin), it can cause bones and muscle tissue to quickly dissolve. The combined use of Griovuain and Aeathels by wealthy countries on the battlefield has led to terrible scenes of unimaginable suffering and carnage. Small dosses of the combination are also sometimes used as a form of torture in some societies. Niratine (or Larmansprayl, as it is often called) is a compound made of various acids and natural toxins. Since the start of the Eleventh Era, it's also been common to add a small amount of Litswitch to the base. Aeathels (or Keiolin, as it's known in its concentrated form) is a highly expensive, fragrant-smelling gas (or liquid) that is often used by royals and nobles in some societies to scent their homes. It's actually a vapor released when you boil the blood of the Keia oyster that is then bottled and sold.

Folks - Below is chapter 6 for Ruvalthan's story. I've been updating the original post with all of the chapters and some (crummy) illustrations here (https://www.loverslab.com/topic/213850-ruvalthans-story-pending-proper-title/). I'm hoping you enjoy it. Eager for any comments or feedback. As this is a writing club, it's a great place to post your own stuff. If you're not sure how to start, drop a message to Coal Storm or myself and we're happy to give a few suggestions about how to bring your vision, be it pervy or not, to life. Take care. Chapter 6 The next week was an aching grind for Ruvalthan. He thought of Gennaethan all of the time. He wanted to see her. This was really the only time he had ever regretted not knowing how to write. If he could not see her, he wanted to at least write her a letter or, better yet, read one from her. He wanted to see her and that gorgeous smile. Smell her… feel her. She was a poor girl Working hard to help her sick brother. She reminded Ruvalthan of his past situation that seemed so long ago. Working hard and sacrificing for family. Such thoughts were interrupted by a bright light as he was knocking in the head. He fell heavily to the mud in the training pit. His helmet still rung as he shook his head, trying to remember what had just happened. “Head in the clouds much, Ruval?” jeered someone from the sidelines. “More like head up a skirt,” said someone else. Several others laughed raucously. “Next,” called Sergeant Averthan, then added, “Baradir. Fix these two.” “What?” called Herthan. Ruvalthan remembered. He was sparring against Herthan. “Again, kid? You’ve got something to say?” Sergeant Averthan challenged. “No, sir,” Herthan lowered his eyes. “Yea, you won, but you shouldn’t’ve won. You opponent was tasting pussy on his tongue from a week ago. You got a shot in. Your real enemy won’t make that mistake,” he scolded. “Boss, I got this one,” Baradir said. “Shut it, Baradir. Ruval, get out of the fucking ring, already. Herk, you don’t mouth off to me again. You got a question, ask the unlucky fucker that I tell to fix you,” Averthan called. “Yes, sir. I understand, sir,” Herthan said. “I don’t think you fucking do. You’re going to learn some better respect. You’re going to be helping the kitchen staff clean the barracks tomorrow. No, the kitchen staff is in charge of you tomorrow, dumbass. Got it? You mouth off to them, then the head cook is going to beat you like a new girl. Got it?” Averthan finished. “Yes, sir,” Herthan grated through his teeth. The two of them made their way out of the ring. Herthan shooting baleful looks at Ruvalthan. “Come here, dummies,” Baradir said, “come around the other side of the barracks and let’s talk about how dumb you are.” The three of them trained until dinner time. As they were about to head in Baradir said, “Herthan. Need you help on something tomorrow.” “Sure,” he said dejectedly. Baradir bonked him on the back of the helmet, “I mean it. Don’t make me come find you, dummy.” The next morning, Ruvalthan woke early, ate a large breakfast and made off. Herthan was stuck mopping the floor in the barracks. He produced a baleful glare to everyone that thanked him in a sarcastic tone, called him ‘cutie,’ or asked where his apron was. With the mopping done, pots needed scrubbing, a turkey needed to be plucked for dinner, knives needed sharpening. There was no end to the tasks. Fucking Ruval, he thought bitterly. “Right. You’re done, then,” said Siradir, head of the kitchen. “Thanks,” he said, putting the last of the knives back. “Thanks to you, cutie,” she said. The other women in the kitchen laughed. It was a friendly laugh, but Herthan hated it. Try laughing with my dick in your mouth, bitch, he thought. He left the barracks and the garrison. Fucking Ruval. Where is that dumbass… He wandered about and then remembered him going on about a place that does pies. He asked around with passersby and a few stall merchants. An hour later, he found a tavern with three pies on the sign. He peered through the window, but did not see Ruvalthan inside. Fuck. I was sure it would be this place. Herthan turned to leave. Maybe I can make it to the slut house for one of those tasties, he thought. He was just walking away when he heard something muffled. Like someone trying not to yell. Backing up he peered around the corner of the tavern, down an alley. There you are, Herthan thought smugly. Ruvalthan had his back against the wall of the tavern. Some girl was bobbing her head on his dick. “Ah!” Ruvalthan moaned. He sounded like he was trying to be quiet and doing a bad job at it. “Sh!” the girl took his dick out of her mouth to shush him, licked him, and plunged it back in. “Mf!” Ruvalthan put his forearms and sleeve across his mouth to stifle his sounds and screwed his eyes tightly shut. The girl slurped and Ruvalthan’s body convulsed. She’s pretty good at this, Herthan observed. She slurped, holding her hand to her mouth. Ruvalthan heaved deep breaths of relief while she winced as she swallowed his load. “You should at least look at a girl when she’s giving you such a good time, now. You’re still a noisy boy. Go on now. My brother’s getting better and I can’t thank you enough for all the help,” she said. “I love you, Gennae,” Ruvalthan said in a lusty, but drained tone. “Oh, go on, now. You’ve got to get back and you’re out of coin,” Gennae said. “See you next week, my love,” Ruvalthan said as he made for the alley exit. Herthan darted back around the corner and hid. Ruvalthan dumbly walked out and made a wide, meandering turn away from the tavern, generally towards the garrison. Herthan waited until Ruvalthan got lost in the crowd before he moved. He turned and went back to the window at the tavern. There’s the slut, he thought as he spied Gennae. He watched her. Oh. She is a slut. I mean, a whore, he observed her working other patrons at the tavern. She’s a whore and poor, dumb Ruval doesn’t know it, his mouth curved into a grin. A hand gripped Herthan’s shoulder angrily. Oh, shit, Herthan dreaded to turn around. “You fucking dumbass,” it was Baradir’s voice. The tension in Herthan’s shoulder melted in relief. “Yea?” Herthan turned around irritably. “I bail you out and try to press some knowledge into that stupid head of yours and then you run off when I say I need help with something. How ‘bout fuck you and come help me now,” Baradir scolded. “Ah, fine,” Herthan conceded. “What’s the thing. And what’s in it for me?” “The cheek to say that,” Baradir said incredulously as he hauled Herthan off, “if you got to know, then more barrenwort.” “For how much you sell it for?” Herthan said skeptically. “No. Free,” Baradir said. “Free?” Herthan asked. “Yea, if you help like I asked you to, shithead,” Baradir said, finding his way through the crowd. “Don’t ask now. We’ll talk later,” Baradir said. “What?” Herthan called, trying to hear Baradir over the sound of the crowd as they made their way into and through the market. “I said, we’ll talk later,” Baradir called back. They left the market and wound their way around the streets and alleys. A lone figure waited for them in the afternoon’s glare. Nandir. “What’re you doing here?” Herthan asked. “He’s waiting for you, shithead,” Baradir scolded again. “we could’ve been done with this by now if you’d’ve come and found me like I asked. Instead, I had to go around and follow the trail of all the people you asked until I figured out you were looking for the Three Pies.” “So that’s the name of the place,” Herthan muttered to himself as Nandir fell in beside him and they followed Baradir. “Yea, that’s the name of it. What were you doin’ just looking in the window? To broke to buy a fucking pie?” “What’re you so angry about?” Herthan asked dismissively. “I’m angry about you wasting my time, shithead. Now come on,” Baradir said. They walked on in silence as Baradir led them further through the labyrinth of alleyways until coming to a door of a four-floor stone building. Baradir knocked on the door in an odd pattern with his knuckles. It was almost like a small piece of music. Herthan heard a latch toggle and Baradir pushed the door open. “Come on,” he said and ushered Herthan and Nandir inside. Herthan looked around inside, but he did not see whoever had unlatched the door. Instead, he saw what looked like the backroom of a shop with a stone floor, bombarding him with strange smells, and stairs upward. Baradir beckoned them to follow him upstairs. They went up to the second floor, where the floor was wood, and curled around to climb to the third and fourth floor. Entering into a hall, Baradir walked to one of the doors in the hall, his boots clopping solidly on the sturdy timbers. He knocked on this door, again with an almost musical pattern, but a different one. Again, the door unlatched and he opened it. “What is this place?” Nandir asked. “Shut it and get inside,” Baradir held the door for them. They entered uncertainly and he followed them in, closing the door behind him. The room inside was poorly lit. Rather, there was a stark contrast. The middle of the room was well-lit from sunlight coming through a high window. The edges of the room were cast in dark shadow. “Is this them?” asked a woman’s voice. I like that voice, Herthan thought, wonder what she sounds like when I’m pounding her ass. I should see her first, though. He could see her dark silhouette rise from the shadows. She had been sitting and he could not see her before. Her foot falls were sharp from the hard soles of her shoes striking the floor. She passed through the curtain of darkness into the bathing sunlight. Her leg, passed through the curtain of light and darkness first, a blue leather knee high boot and a smooth leg that stretched on forever. I could suck the milk out of those tits, Herthan thought as he barely kept himself from drooling at the sight of her. The rest of her glorious legs were bare almost all of the way up to her crotch. She wore this half-shirt, half-short pants that wrapped around her neck and over her small, cute tits, hugged her waist and plump ass that screamed for a spanking. They ended in trousers, but the trouser cuffs ended high on her thigh. It was skin tight and left her shoulders and arms bare. There was not much left to the imagination. Her black hair was parted in the middle and tied into two tails that reached down to her ass. Her skin was white as milk and her eyes blue as innocence. Herthan wanted to fuck this woman and pull her hair. If he had looked at Nandir, he would have seen Nandir seized with lust, as well. “They good enough?” Baradir asked. The woman in the skin-tight clothes walked towards them, eyeing the two of them from head to toe. “They will do,” she said, “your payment is by the door. Do come again, next moon cycle,” she said to Baradir. Baradir turned and walked back towards the door. Nandir looked back at him. “Wait, you’re not staying? Baradir? Where’re you going? Who is this lady?” Nandir called. Baradir ignored him, picked up something by the door and left. “Baradir?” Nandir called. “You know, lady,” Herthan began, “you look real nice to my eyes and there’s two of us and one of you. How about we do this the easy way?” “Hm, yes, indeed,” she said in a bemused tone. She turned and walked away. That juicy ass of hers swayed, begging to be smacked. “So, you agree, then?” she said over her shoulder. “Yea,” Herthan said. He started forward, but stopped when she raised a hand. “And you, good man?” she said to Nandir. “Huh? What about Baradir?” Nandir said. “Aw, come on, Nan! We’re gonna fuck this girl and she’s gonna let us!” “Don’t worry about your friend. You’ll see him again, I’m sure. You’re going to get more than you bargained for, I wager. So… do you agree, good man? Nandir, was it?” she asked. “Uh, yea, I guess,” Nandir said. “Good,” she said, her mouth curving into an impossibly wide grin, he eyes beginning to glow red. Herthan felt weak in the knees, his heart pounded. His blood coursed through his veins so hard that he could hear it booming in his ears. He fell to his knees, “What’s going on…” he weakly cried. “You two good men agreed,” she smiled, “so for a little while, my little pretties. You. Belong. To. Me.” She grinned again. “Sorcery!” Nandir called feebly. “It can’t be. She’d be burned,” Herthan barely managed to press the words out. “Oh, sh,” she shushed them gently as she slipped in the last of the domination charm. Their minds were completely suppressed now and their stared wide-eyed and blankly. “Hm,” she snickered, “alright, you two, stand up and take off your clothes. Herthan and Nandir, unaware of their surroundings or anything at all, mechanically stood up and stripped off their clothes, piling them at their feet. While they were kicking off their clothes, she waived her hand, pulling a bed from the edge of the room with her magical grip. It glided across the floor and came to a rest in the middle of the room, bathed in light. She held up an empty glass jar in her hand, which she placed on the floor between them and stepped back. She sighed deeply and began to move her hands in bizarre motions. “Be born and take life, my simulacrum,” she said. She continued with the intricate hand gestures, uttering words in unintelligible tongues, her voice echoing in the space where the men’s voices had not. The glass glowed briefly and then began to distort. Suddenly seeming to be more of a bubble, than hard glass, the bubble expanded and contorted, smaller bubble walls snapping into place with geometric patterns and expanding in different directions. As the bubble crew, the different bubble walls matured into separate linked bubbles. Three, four, five, six different bubbles linked together and grew, some growing secondary and tertiary bubbles. The writing, weightless mass began to show more order. Where, there were five linked bubbles, now there was a pelvis, two thighs, and two shins. Where there were four bubbles before, now there was a torso with a shoulder, an upper arm, a forearm, and a wrist that was growing more bubbles for the knuckles and fingers. Within moments the glass jar at transformed into a shining, glass-surfaced woman in the nude, standing just short of the witch. Splintering, razor-sharp filaments sprouted from the head of the creation as the face molded to push out the form of a nose while pulling in volume for the eyes and mouth. The filaments gathered into two bunches, perfectly split down the middle and crunching ever so slightly. Her lean shoulders and waist framed cute tits that shined like glass in the sunlight until color began to fade on. Gradually over a few breaths, the whole volume filled in with colors. The skin turned white as milk. The eyes blue as berries. The hair black as night. A creation, a perfect replica of the witch, stood between the two men, facing the witch. The witch approached the creation. “Your senses to mine. My thoughts to yours. Fulfill your purpose,” she said, tracing a symbol upon the creation’s belly. The witch’s hand ran up her stomach, her sternum, her neck, the cup her chin. “Perfection,” the both said in unison. “Get on the bed,” the witch told the simulacrum. The simulacrum eagerly jumped on the bed and knelt obediently. “Very good,” the witch said as she waived her hand to pull over a fainting couch from the shadows with her unseen, ethereal grip. Easily reclining on it, she crossed her legs and motioned to the two ensorcelled men, “now, my pretties, let’s get them up.” She waived her hand again. The two entranced men flinched and made strangled grunts as their dicks were forced erect and harder than they had ever been. They grunted and heaved in pain that their bodies felt, but their dormant minds were numb to. “Come now, my pretty, get on the bed,” the witch said pointing at Herthan as she picked up a small pouch in her other hand from its resting spot on the fainting couch. Herthan mechanically walked over to the bed and laid down on it behind the simulacrum. The witch strode over to Herthan and stuffed a clump of barrenwort into his mouth. The witch and the simulacrum shared a mischievous before she walked over to Nandir and stuffed another lump of barrenwort in his mouth. “Chew up,” she said to the men. They mindlessly gnashed their teeth, pulverizing the treated herbs and swallowed them, “you’ll need them soon.” The witch’s thoughts guided the simulacrum as the replica woman turned and mounted Herthan. The witch waived her fingers, forming patterns that briefly glowed in the air and making trails towards the simulacrum. “Mmm,” the witch and the simulacrum suppressed a moan in unison as mucusy lubrication flourished and dripped from the replica pussy and asshole. The simulacrum grabbed Herthan’s hard-as-iron dick. The witch, sharing the sensation rubbed her fingers on her palm. The simulacrum guided Herthan’s dick into her dripping wet pussy and sat all of the way down, taking it all of the way in. “Ah,” the witch and the simulacrum gasped together. The witch pinched her legs and pressed on her pelvis with her other hand. “You there,” the witch pointed at Nandir, “get on the bed and fuck her in the ass.” Nandir’s vacant expression did not change as he knelt on the bed behind the simulacrum, his knees and shins awkwardly weaving between the simulacrum’s and Herthan’s. The simulacrum raised her hips slightly off of Herthan’s to give space and angle for Nandir’s dick to enter her. She reached back and guided Nandir’s iron rod in. His tip kissed her asshole as the wet lubrication met the precum seeped out of Nandir’s dick. “Put it in,” commanded the witch. Nandir thrusted his pelvis and he decisively entered the simulacrum. “Ah,” they both gasped again. The witch pressed harder on her pelvis as she squeezed her legs harder. Trembling, the simulacrum pushed off Herthan’s shoulders, hard from hours, days, and months or training, and rode the two dicks penetrating her two holes. “Fuck!” the witch rolled on the couch, fingering her own sopping wet pussy as she wove another charm with her other hand. Thin lines of purple light poured over the air like a thin stream in the forest, coursing for the simulacrum’s hips. The lines of light hit her and curled down her crotch into her pussy or over her hip and into her asshole. The two holes tightened hard and the two men made strained grunts as their dicks, which were harder than they had ever been, were clamped similarly harder. Still trembling, the simulacrum raised and lowered her hips, grinding the two dicks. The two men thrusted their hips, acting on unconscious instinct. They did not last long in the simulacrum’s vise grip and they pumped cum into its two holes. The simulacrum heaved and panted from exertion and pleasure and raised its head to look at the witch. The witch, wearing the same face of having just orgasmed, licked her lips before getting up from the couch. The witch as the simulacrum shared another smile, “almost done,” they said in unison. “Just a few more steps,” the witch said as she strolled to the side of the two men who were still blankly staring ahead. The witch spanked the simulacrum’s round ass appraisingly, admiring her own work of herself, before weaving another charm. “Careful not to waste a drop,” she said as the simulacrum’s two holes secreted more mucus-like fluid and formed a seal around the two cocks. The replica rose off of the two dicks, her holes getting smaller as the two dicks pulled out, leaving them completely dry, and closed completely, smoothing over, trapping the cum inside of the simulacrum. The simulacrum knelt on the floor by the bed as the witch wordlessly bade. Deciding her clothes where in the way, the witch peeled her top down over her belly and pulled the one-piece shirt and short trouser down and kicked it off with her boots. “Stand up, my pretties,” the witch said in a low, breathy voice. The two men got up and stood stiffly by the bed. The simulacrum reached around the two men, gripping each of their ass cheeks and pulling them close to her, the witch put her hands to her face as she felt, through her connection to the simulacrum, the two dicks press into its cheeks. “Ah, what bliss,” the witch mumbled with a smile as she walked around for a better view. The witch used her unseen grip of force to move the rumpled bed around to sit on. The simulacrum made eye contact with the witch as the simulacrum held the two dicks and dabbed them on her eagerly outstretched tongue. The witch stroked her pussy and fingered her lip as she willed the simulacrum to plunge her head down onto Nandir’s dick. Feeling the shared sensation of a bulging penis pressed against the inside of her mouth and throat, feeling the stretch on the corners of her lips, the veins of it scraping the roof of her mouth as the head pressed past the uvula. All of the while, the simulacrum was stroking Herthan’s trembling cock. If the witch had done it herself, should would be unable to breath with the size of the dick blocking the air. It would have hurt. But this way… this way was all of the pleasure and none of the pain. At least, none of the pain for her. The men sweated with pain and exertion, blood coursing in their veins to keep their dicks so hard against the uncaring steel rings of the simulacrum’s mouth and hand grip. It stroked Herthan as its head bobbed vigorously on Nandir’s cock, the mouth secreting more of the mucusy lubricant. Nandir, made a stifled cry as he was reached climax. The simulacrum pinched his cock at the base, trapping the cum in the tubes as she ate Herthan’s dick and beat his pelvis with her forehead as the simulacrum drove its mouth down his dick and pounded his hips. Seconds later, Herthan was unconcsciously convulsing with the approach of climax. The simulacrum pulled them closer by the dicks and widened its mouth unnaturally to accept them both, elongating its tongue to wrap around both of them sinuously and squeeze them. Cum trickled, the poured and spurted into the simulacrum’s mouth, pooling around the base of its tongue as the witch worked her pussy with both hands, long fingers from one hand reached deep inside while the other stroked the outside. The simulacrum quivered at the shared sensation as it held the cum in its mouth. The witch heaved a deep, contented sigh. Getting up, she waived away the two men. Unsteadily, they backed away. The witch couched down, sitting on her ankles, examining the work. The simulacrum displayed the puddle of cum resting in its mouth. “Oop, can’t let that go to waste,” the witch said, spotting a few drops that had seeped out and dabbed on the simulacrum’s tits. Sliding her finger over the simulacrum’s tit, the witch gathered the spilled cum and then wiping it on the inside of its lip. “Now, let’s see,” the witch said stirring her finger inside the replica’s mouth, she mixed the cum and pulled her finger carefully out, letting the thin thread of cum stretch and break near the mouth for minimum waste. Tasting the thin coat of semen from her finger, rolling it around on her tongue, “it’ll do,” she decided. She placed a finger on the simulacrum’s chin and closed its mouth. “Your task is complete. Revert,” the witch commanded, closing the enchantment. The simulacrum’s form wobbled and distorted. The color drained and the details melted into the volume as it warped and shrunk. Within a few breaths, where the simulacrum had proudly knelt, stood a glass jar, nearly half full with freshly harvest semen. Smiling, the witch waived her hand, commanding her unseen force. The glass jar of cum lifted in the air and silently floated away to be stored on a shelf hidden in the darkness. “Now, what to do with you, two,” the witch said, pondering the two entranced men. “Hm.” She reclined again on the fainting couch. Laying on her side, she lifted one leg and held it up with her hand. “Come here,” she commanded the men. She guided them in. Soon, her leg was propped up with her foot resting on Nandir’s back. One of her hands was clutching Herthan’s head in to tongue her asshole while Nandir licked and fingered her pussy and she squeezed one of her tits with her other hand. She breathed hard with energy as her fluids dripped on them. “Hm,” she purred, “this sure is fun. Too bad I’m the only one that’ll remember anything.” Hours later, Herthan woke with a start. It was dark. “Huh? Nan! Wake up,” Herthan nudged Nandir hard. They were lying on the ground in an alleyway that reeked of trash and urine. “Huh? What? What happened? Where-?” Nandir began. “Shut it. We’re late! It’s dark. Get dressed,” Herthan hissed. “Why? Why am I naked?” Nandir was perplexed as he picked up his clothes from the ground. Herthan winced with sudden pain as he moved. His head throbbed badly, but his dick ached with throbbing soreness. He twisted to catch the lantern light from the nearby street. His dick was bruised black and purple. Eyes wide with horror, “oh no,” he whispered. “Worry about it later,” Nandir hustled Herthan, “Averthan’s going to skin us alive if we’re any later.” They dressed hastily. “What happened? I can’t remember anything. Where’ve we been?” “I… don’t remember, either,” Herthan said. “Last thing I remember was looking for…” Ruvalthan. Fucking Ruvalthan. At that Three Pies place.

ELEVENTH ERA “Age of Fire” / “Litswitch Era” The invention of cheap-to-produce, practical, Litswitch-based canons marks the beginning of a new era as they quickly revolutionize warfare. Outside of sieges and large-scale, pitched battles, they are used to great effect in the eradication of the very last known Dragons. - 2nd Century ← this is the current time-period as shown on the map 　> Seish Wars of Expansion resume in southwestern Kareneih　(no article available yet) - 1st Century 　> Sixth Maidenfell Invasion of Ustmaar ends badly after only a few months, but does not lead to any territorial changes　(no article available yet) 　> Fifth Maidenfell Invasion of Ustmaar lasts only three years and is a resounding success, leading to an increase in territory and the freeing of many female slaves descended from women enslaved during previous conflicts　(no article available yet) 　> Satoon reemerges as a major power in Nortrud through the use of shrewd diplomacy and clever use of Litswitch technology in war　(no article available yet) 　> Litswitch-based explosive technology spreads rapidly, first through Eiyamith and Ahmastir, then to Andanoore, Kareneih and Aurenia 　(no article available yet) TENTH ERA “Age of Man” / “Early Modern Era” Since the beginning of the Transitional Era, most Human dominated societies have been feudalistic kingdoms with strong patriarchal structures, but around this time, they begin to diverge immensely on ideological grounds, and some adopt radical new systems of government. It is actually towards the end of this era that Maidenfell first forms when female prisoners and slaves seize eastern Ustmaar from their Maar overlords. The period is also remembered for being the start of humanity’s attempts to settle and conquer Western Andanoore, in which they prove largely successful in most areas. During the last century of the era, the Seish also begin an invasion of the southern extremities of Kareneih. Except for some technological advancements, the period is otherwise mostly a continuation of the Eighth and Ninth Eras, though population growth has halted significantly since said periods. Litswitch Crystallization and Ignition are first discovered towards the end of the era, and they quickly revolutionize many areas of society, with Litswitch Crystals soon begin being used to light up streets and homes at night. Litswitch Ignition also leads to the development of the first Litswitch-based canons, though they remain too crude and expensive to be of much practical use in war. The sudden and unexpected killing of a large dragon using one of these canons leads to a systematic effort to eradicate dragons in central Eiyamith, which is largely successful, but a few, very powerful dragons manage to hang on into the next era. - 9th Century 　> Cheap-to-produce, practical, Litswitch-based canons are finally invented in Hyrelm after forty years of continuous active development. The country becomes the first in the world to deploy the technology in war　(no article available yet) 　> Fourth Maidenfell Invasion of Ustmaar begins and quickly ends in catastrophe. In the aftermath, the countries of Ustmaar revitalize their struggling slave economies with fighters captured during the war 　(no article available yet) 　> Two sudden freak discoveries lead to safer and much more practical Litswitch-based explosives, but the technology remains too cost-prohibitive for use in large-scale warfare 　> The First Seish Invasion of Kareneih occurs and quickly results in the formation of Aratesh　(no article available yet) 　> A hugely expensive, secret initiative begins in Hyrelm to develop Litswitch-based canons that can be cheap and practical enough for large-scale warfare　(no article available yet) 　> Third Maidenfell Invasion of Ustmaar occurs. This three year long conflict sees the first use of Litswitch-based canons in a war, but they are cost-prohibitive and only used in small numbers　(no article available yet) 　> A new religion known as the "Cult of the Sister" that is lead by a descendant of an enslaved Lishaari monarch from many centuries prior quickly spreads through southern Nortrud 　(no article available yet) 　> The first Litswitch-based canon is invented in Hyrelm, but it is too expensive and crude to be of any practical use in large-scale warfare　(no article available yet) - 8th Century 　> Second Maidenfell Invasion of Ustmaar begins and leads to a twenty year long protracted conflict with no clear winner　(no article available yet) 　> Litswitch-based explosives used in mining and resource extraction for the first time　(no article available yet) 　> First instance of Litswitch Ignition being used to make crude explosives　(no article available yet) 　> First Maidenfell Invasion of Ustmaar leads to an eight year long war that ends in a stalemate but symbolic victory for the women of Maidenfell　(no article available yet) 　> Litswitch Ignition is discovered for the first time　(no article available yet) 　> First Ustmaar Invasion of Maidenfell begins and quickly leads to a significant pushback and further losses of territory to Maidenfell. News of the war spreads far and wide and leads to an immense level of immigration by women from across the world into Maidenfell that soon balloons its population　(no article available yet) 　> Maidens' Rebellion happens in what used to be eastern Ustmaar, culminating in the Formation of Maidenfell　(no article available yet) 　> Litswitch Crystallization is accidentally discovered in Hirmsfale and the technology quickly spreads throughout Eiyamith　(no article available yet) - 7th Century 　> Satoon is reduced to a regional power　(no article available yet) 　> Third Alliance War between Satoon and Senrell　(no article available yet) - 6th Century 　> Satoon-Senrell Cold War begins　(no article available yet) - 5th Century 　> Satoon becomes the preeminent military power of Nortrud　(no article available yet) - 4th Century 　> Second Alliance War between Satoon and Senrell　(no article available yet) 　> First Alliance War between Satoon and Senrell　(no article available yet) - 3rd Century - 2nd Century 　> Ahmastir is settled by Humans, Nur and Maar in a series of settler waves　(no article available yet) - 1st Century 　> Human Conquest of Western Andanoore begins　(no article available yet) NINTH ERA “Age of Strife” / “Late Classical Era” To most countries and societies, this era is simply a continuation of the previous era, but for many Human and Nur dominated societies, this represents a tipping point. In many such societies, religious and ethnic tensions finally boil over and lead to some of the most devastating conflicts in world history, as well as widespread genocides. This is also widely believed to be the time period during which the Lishaari transitioned from a mostly matriarchal and egalitarian society to the patriarchal and in many ways quite misogynistic society it is in the current era. Towards the end of this time period, Human dominated societies once more become quite tolerant of other races and differences of faith, but some hints of tension still remain. - 3rd Century - 2nd Century 　> The last Lishaari records about pre-upheaval Lishaari society are allegedly destroyed 　(no article available yet) 　> The last female monarch in Nortud is sold into slavery and taken to a foreign land　(no article available yet) - 1st Century 　> Alenrud and Nortrud quickly transition into patriarchal societies after experiencing a sudden and very rapid upheaval of their existing customs, religious beliefs, and social norms　(no article available yet) EIGHTH ERA “Age of Riches” / “Middle Classical Era” Many parts of the world experience a sudden and unusual abundance of food and their populations begin to soar to previously unseen levels. It is an unprecedented period of technological advancement and increased cultural sophistication that quickly causes many countries to surpass even the most advanced and sophisticated empires of the Fourth Era. More advanced technology also leads to huge advancements in mining capacity, which in turn leads to easier access and cheaper prices for many raw materials. Most societies see a return to higher levels of socioeconomic stratification during this time, and in many places, there also occurs a high level of religious consolidation, as well as ethnic segmentation, leading to escalating religious and ethnic tensions, especially within Human and Nur dominated societies with large minorities of other races. - 4th Century - 3rd Century 　> An unknown cult begins in eastern Nortrud and slowly starts building underground followings in many countries across the region　(no article available yet) - 2nd Century - 1st Century SEVENTH ERA “Age of Guidance” / “Early Classical Era” Literacy revitalization efforts eventually prove successful in a number of countries, and this encourages missionaries, envoys and merchants to travel out into the wider world. As they aid neighboring economies to get back on their feet, it leads to a very sudden and rapid return of literacy, widespread commerce, and social cohesion in most countries. Subsequently, the world experiences a massive economic upswing, and with much of the previous social order gone, an unprecedented level of social mobility. With unusually low levels of racial dogmas and tensions existing around this time, many societies also become less averse to the idea of combining with other states that may have a culture or ethnicity distinct from their own, and this quickly leads to the formation of many multi-ethnic and multicultural political entities. Within only 480 years of the start of the period, the entire world has already returned to a relatively normal state of affairs, but now with a much more diverse religious, cultural and ethnic landscape than the world of the past. It is very early in this era that the Curse of Atonia befalls the Yoerann populations of the far west and some of the beastfolk races subsequently begin to migrate back to the Eastern Continents. - 5th Century 　> More Atonian beastfolk migrate back to the Eastern Continents　(no article available yet) - 4th Century 　> More Atonian beastfolk migrate back to the Eastern Continents　(no article available yet) - 3rd Century 　> More Atonian beastfolk migrate back to the Eastern Continents　(no article available yet) - 2nd Century 　> Some Atonian beastfolk races migrate en masse back to the Eastern Continents　(no article available yet) 　> Curse of Atonia befalls the Far West　(no article available yet) - 1st Century SIXTH ERA “Age of Mysteries” / “Transitional Era” An almost complete lack of record-keeping in most parts of the world leaves little credible information about this period, but orally passed-down stories speak of illiterate societies with wide-spread social deterioration where people often shun authority and disrespect those around them. Plenty of information about the ancient world is permanently lost as the period goes on, but many societies are saved from total oblivion by the existence of libraries and other record-keeping institutions that survive largely unscathed throughout the period. Something very noteworthy that also happens during this time period is that many old religions suddenly fall out of fashion in favor of a much more diverse religious landscape that persists into the world that comes after. - spans around three centuries and generally estimated in-universe to have lasted two to three FIFTH ERA “Age of Upheaval” / “Terminal Antiquity Era” A multitude of factors – including horrific, wide-spread plagues and massive empires contending in perpetual, near-suicidal struggles for power and dominion – lead to a relatively quick and almost universal decline in living standards, literacy rates, and the stability of political institutions. As the period goes on, record-keeping and historiography slowly fade into obscurity in all but a handful of places, but records are extensive enough to leave future generations with some idea of what was happening at the time. Things eventually deteriorate to such an extent that even time-keeping becomes inaccurate in many societies, and this is what marks the end of the period. Populations are incredibly high at the beginning of the era, but take a nosedive as societies around the world forget how to farm enough food to sustain their high populations. By the end, some countries will have lost as much as 95% of their populations. - 3rd Century - 2nd Century - 1st Century FOURTH ERA “Age of Conquest” / “Upper Antiquity Era” The emergence of large empires and new political systems marks the beginning of a new era. Wars of expansion and attempts at consolidation bring more and more countries and peoples into contact with each other. While some stay mostly peaceful, others begin to regularly fight for control of resources and territory, eventually leading to massive refugee waves. It is during this time period that Humans first begin to settle and conquer eastern Andanoore and Idia, and they quickly displace many of the races that lived there before their arrival. Urban populations continue to grow exponentially throughout the period and skyrocket towards the tail-end, reaching levels that will not be surpassed until the late Eighth Era. It is during this period that some Yoerann first begin to migrate west across the sea before eventually ending up in Atonia. - 24th Century - 23rd Century - 22nd Century - 21st Century - 20th Century - 19th Century - 18th Century - 17th Century - 16th Century - 15th Century - 14th Century - 13th Century - 12th Century 　> The Kingdom of Ayden is founded and quickly expands outwards from its heartland in what is now southern Ambradil　(no article available yet) - 11th Century 　> Small human settlements begin to crop up in southwestern Idia　(no article available yet) - 10th Century 　> Waves of human refugees and settlers from Eiyamith begin to land along the southern coast of what is now Ambradil and Ielsgond, and along the northern coast of what is now Iradil. Before long, these populations become firmly established, founding many towns and villages. They constitute the first permanent human populations in the Far East and their presence marks the beginning of human expansion in the region 　(no article available yet) - 9th Century - 8th Century - 7th Century - 6th Century - 5th Century - 4th Century - 3rd Century - 2nd Century - 1st Century THIRD ERA “Age of Kings” / “Middle Antiquity Era” The emergence of kingdoms and small empires marks the beginning of a new era. As the period goes on, urban populations steadily increase and most of the remaining uncivilized races finally begin their transitions into primitive societies. - 12th Century - 11th Century - 10th Century - 9th Century - 8th Century - 7th Century - 6th Century - 5th Century - 4th Century - 3rd Century - 2nd Century - 1st Century SECOND ERA “Age of Heroes” / “Lower Antiquity Era” Cities emerge across the world and culture flourishes like never before. Many epics and myths are born during this time and quickly enter common folklore. In countless tales, heroic figures do selfless deeds, perform unimaginable feats of strength and endurance, found majestic kingdoms, and defeat all manner of great beasts. - 5th Century - 4th Century - 3rd Century - 2nd Century - 1st Century FIRST ERA “Age of Peoples” Sentient races continue to arise and evolve across the world and many eventually organize themselves into primitive societies. The period ends with the advent of the first writing systems in a handful of these first societies, but a rich oral tradition means that stories from this era are plentiful. - spans around 80 centuries but estimates vary wildly in-universe FORGOTTEN ERA “Age beyond Memory” As the world began to green, the animals took their first breaths. After flourishing and dominating the world for many thousands of years, the "Old Ones" went into a slow, drawn-out decline. They are all presumed extinct by the last third of the era, leaving only scattered ruins as a testament to their once mighty civilizations. The middle of the era is marked by the sudden, simultaneous appearance of Woodlings, Swamplings, Rhetlings, Catlings, Foxlings and Llissken on the world stage and it is from the first three of these races that many of the predominant sentient races of later eras evolved. They appear just in time to grow accustomed to life in the shadow of the Old Ones and are able to witness their demise firsthand. It is in large part thanks to some scattered oral stories passed down by these races that anything is known about the Forgotten Era at all, and nowadays, the first half of the era is essentially forgotten about entirely. - spans around 150 centuries THE PRIMORDIAL ERA In the oblivion of the dark, distant past, the world and oceans formed from chaos. As the mountains roared to life, black and gray mushrooms sprouted like trees from beneath the ashen soils, and the first, hellish creatures breathed with embers and fire. In time, those we now call the Old Ones came into their own and sought to dominate all life. They fought and bled upon the earth and their reigns were to be long and well-established in the realms they founded. If not for the dragons and myths of Snakefolk, nothing would be known about this fiery and gloomy period that everyone else had forgotten.