01-03-2024, 01:20 AM
Right, right, time to unleash THE Lore. Forgive the occasiona1 use of ' 1 ' s as ' l ' s - I need to go buy that keyboard tomorrow...
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Wild Lands World Lore Part 1 - Alpha, Theta, Delta
Time - ???? - ????
The A’ru Rarii lived and reigned supreme over Sutalör, their Civilization being so advance technologically and arcanely that calling them a post scarcity society would be a gross insult. The only thing preventing them from taking over the world was their disinterest in such things - no, this civilization was focused on the Spiritual, and a Ideal most dear to them...
Sadly, what that Ideal was has been lost to time - for one day, almost the entire civilization vanished.
Chaos stepped in, and too the reigns - for in the wake of this unmitigated disaster came the Calamities - Chimeric Pokemon Gods of Unown origins - that swept in a destroyed the almost hollowed remains and reshaping the entirety of the lands, before each claimed a part of it as their domain. A vast, impossibility tall ring of mountains sprouted up from the seas around the Region, completely cutting it off from the world and further devastating the land. A impenetrable Storm Wall surrounding it, above and around, obscuring the lands from all sight. During this all the remainder of the people scattered to the four winds, doing their best to live and salvage what was left of their ways. Such was the beginning of 'The Lepia' - The little, lesser, People.
In time, the rest of the world forgot about these lands, and history marched ever on...
Time - XXX - 140 Years Ago
One day, a research vessel, Own by Professor Sutalör the First, of Sinnoh descent got caught into a wild storm, through completely off course. Hundred of miles was the boat dragged through the sea by turbulent winds. The Professor prayed to every Legend he could to save him - and when none answer, he screamed to the winds for anything to help.
His wish, at that pivotal moment, came true.
Impossibly, the vessel preserved. The storm, once a angry entity hell bent on sinking him to the bottom of Kyorge's Domain, now guided him instead. Through the turbulent sea....and past the great Storm Wall of Sutalör, right to the Barrier Mountains encircling them. Astonished by this discovery and good Fortune, P. Sutalör charted the entirety of the ring in a great frenzy, and by complete luck manage to discover small, narrow passage through, barely big enough for the boat to fit through.
The Professor made his way to the coast of what would one day become the first Settlement on the re-discovered. Like all good imperialist Sinnish at the time, he decided that he would christen these lands in the name of his family and stake first claim for his Region and People.
Thus, the lands of the A'ru Rarii took on the mantle of Sutalör. Something the Lepia, now a scattered collection of Tribes thorough their homelands, would soon take quick umbrage with...
Time - 140 - 110 Years Ago
Immigration efforts from Sinnoh and subsequently Unnova, Alola, and Tandor, with a smattering of people arriving from Jhoto and Rikoto, all bringing with them their Pokemon and their zeal of new beginnings and opportunities. Efforts to colonize the new Region was glacial - Sutalör , though welcoming of the world now, was not a gentle mistress. Soon the people learnt just how incredibly out of their depth they were, as the fierce Pokemon and even fiercer Natives, who the Settlers made a very poor impression on and were frightened and angry about 'Vin'dacc' breaching and taking over their homelands, maligned them at every single opportunity. The Malefic Monstrum and Strangeness of the lands were not idle - hundreds died or were lost to these immense threats and forces of Nature. These conflicts, terrible disasters and mishaps, and the struggles throughout eventually became known as 'The First Bushland Wars' by historians, with many of them lamenting the foolish intolerances and refusal to all coexistence and cooperation...
Only a single small city, Bayhama, and its surrounding lands could be maintained through persistent struggle on the Settlers part, for the next 30 years, that lot becoming just as stubborn and wild as the lands themselves, refusing to let go of their claim and newfound destiny.
It was around 30 years ago that the Settlers finally managed to get Pokeball factories sourced and established with persistent, defiant effort and MANY set-backs, and the Region was linked up to the World PC Network. From there the cost of taking land, settling it, and keeping it became cheap enough for the Settlers to finally make progress in thoroughly expanding as far as they could, pushing back the Natives, creating Routes through the lands, and setting down more roots, one Trainer and Soldier at a time.
Time - 110 - ~ 60 Years Ago
Eventually, though hey hit a wall in the form of what would be called Mt. Twinspires and The Lostlorne Taiga. The former occupied and home to the Mrufe'Lepia, who had ample time to develop and fortify the rocky and treacherious mountains and vallies they thrived in to be an horrifying meatgrinder against all incursion. The later, a cold, snowy, frigid, and thoroughly fae and borderline eldritch forest of coniferous trees that held the Hez'Lepia, the entire place and it's menagre of critters and spirits misleading and rendering any poor and unwelcome SOULs alone, lost, and their Fates very, very Strange or bleak.
Entry and progress into Eastern Sutalör was virtually untenable with these dual bulwarks. With no way of scouting the lands beyond for safe places to make Ship Routes and Landings and the coasts past a certain point still teeming with Sutalorian Jellicents, always ecstatic at any opportunity to sink ships and forcibly inducted their occupants into their Undersea Kingdom of DEATH, expansion stall once more. It was at this point that the political efforts of factions seeking peace and reconciliation with The Lepia finally to traction, and eventually an agreement was struck between the Settlers and Natives after a great deal of reconciliation was made.
The Settlers would not trespass past Mt. Twinspires and The Lostlorne Taiga, they would clear out of any of the sacred grounds and primary homelands of the other Tribes made, and they would be forbidden to trespass into certain parts of the region or radically changing them. In exchange, the Settlers would be allowed to keep the cities and lands they've developed and made home, and the Natives would help them (begrudgingly) Survive and better combat the Wildness, find balance with the Strange, and set forth to better co-exist with the Native 'Mons and avoid angering and attracting the attention of The Malefic Monstrum.
From here the Settlers and Natives were at a uneasy peace, slowly learning to tolerate each other and, perhaps one day, come joining together in mutual respect and trust.
Sadly, what that Ideal was has been lost to time - for one day, almost the entire civilization vanished.
Chaos stepped in, and too the reigns - for in the wake of this unmitigated disaster came the Calamities - Chimeric Pokemon Gods of Unown origins - that swept in a destroyed the almost hollowed remains and reshaping the entirety of the lands, before each claimed a part of it as their domain. A vast, impossibility tall ring of mountains sprouted up from the seas around the Region, completely cutting it off from the world and further devastating the land. A impenetrable Storm Wall surrounding it, above and around, obscuring the lands from all sight. During this all the remainder of the people scattered to the four winds, doing their best to live and salvage what was left of their ways. Such was the beginning of 'The Lepia' - The little, lesser, People.
In time, the rest of the world forgot about these lands, and history marched ever on...
Time - XXX - 140 Years Ago
One day, a research vessel, Own by Professor Sutalör the First, of Sinnoh descent got caught into a wild storm, through completely off course. Hundred of miles was the boat dragged through the sea by turbulent winds. The Professor prayed to every Legend he could to save him - and when none answer, he screamed to the winds for anything to help.
His wish, at that pivotal moment, came true.
Impossibly, the vessel preserved. The storm, once a angry entity hell bent on sinking him to the bottom of Kyorge's Domain, now guided him instead. Through the turbulent sea....and past the great Storm Wall of Sutalör, right to the Barrier Mountains encircling them. Astonished by this discovery and good Fortune, P. Sutalör charted the entirety of the ring in a great frenzy, and by complete luck manage to discover small, narrow passage through, barely big enough for the boat to fit through.
The Professor made his way to the coast of what would one day become the first Settlement on the re-discovered. Like all good imperialist Sinnish at the time, he decided that he would christen these lands in the name of his family and stake first claim for his Region and People.
Thus, the lands of the A'ru Rarii took on the mantle of Sutalör. Something the Lepia, now a scattered collection of Tribes thorough their homelands, would soon take quick umbrage with...
Time - 140 - 110 Years Ago
Immigration efforts from Sinnoh and subsequently Unnova, Alola, and Tandor, with a smattering of people arriving from Jhoto and Rikoto, all bringing with them their Pokemon and their zeal of new beginnings and opportunities. Efforts to colonize the new Region was glacial - Sutalör , though welcoming of the world now, was not a gentle mistress. Soon the people learnt just how incredibly out of their depth they were, as the fierce Pokemon and even fiercer Natives, who the Settlers made a very poor impression on and were frightened and angry about 'Vin'dacc' breaching and taking over their homelands, maligned them at every single opportunity. The Malefic Monstrum and Strangeness of the lands were not idle - hundreds died or were lost to these immense threats and forces of Nature. These conflicts, terrible disasters and mishaps, and the struggles throughout eventually became known as 'The First Bushland Wars' by historians, with many of them lamenting the foolish intolerances and refusal to all coexistence and cooperation...
Only a single small city, Bayhama, and its surrounding lands could be maintained through persistent struggle on the Settlers part, for the next 30 years, that lot becoming just as stubborn and wild as the lands themselves, refusing to let go of their claim and newfound destiny.
It was around 30 years ago that the Settlers finally managed to get Pokeball factories sourced and established with persistent, defiant effort and MANY set-backs, and the Region was linked up to the World PC Network. From there the cost of taking land, settling it, and keeping it became cheap enough for the Settlers to finally make progress in thoroughly expanding as far as they could, pushing back the Natives, creating Routes through the lands, and setting down more roots, one Trainer and Soldier at a time.
Time - 110 - ~ 60 Years Ago
Eventually, though hey hit a wall in the form of what would be called Mt. Twinspires and The Lostlorne Taiga. The former occupied and home to the Mrufe'Lepia, who had ample time to develop and fortify the rocky and treacherious mountains and vallies they thrived in to be an horrifying meatgrinder against all incursion. The later, a cold, snowy, frigid, and thoroughly fae and borderline eldritch forest of coniferous trees that held the Hez'Lepia, the entire place and it's menagre of critters and spirits misleading and rendering any poor and unwelcome SOULs alone, lost, and their Fates very, very Strange or bleak.
Entry and progress into Eastern Sutalör was virtually untenable with these dual bulwarks. With no way of scouting the lands beyond for safe places to make Ship Routes and Landings and the coasts past a certain point still teeming with Sutalorian Jellicents, always ecstatic at any opportunity to sink ships and forcibly inducted their occupants into their Undersea Kingdom of DEATH, expansion stall once more. It was at this point that the political efforts of factions seeking peace and reconciliation with The Lepia finally to traction, and eventually an agreement was struck between the Settlers and Natives after a great deal of reconciliation was made.
The Settlers would not trespass past Mt. Twinspires and The Lostlorne Taiga, they would clear out of any of the sacred grounds and primary homelands of the other Tribes made, and they would be forbidden to trespass into certain parts of the region or radically changing them. In exchange, the Settlers would be allowed to keep the cities and lands they've developed and made home, and the Natives would help them (begrudgingly) Survive and better combat the Wildness, find balance with the Strange, and set forth to better co-exist with the Native 'Mons and avoid angering and attracting the attention of The Malefic Monstrum.
From here the Settlers and Natives were at a uneasy peace, slowly learning to tolerate each other and, perhaps one day, come joining together in mutual respect and trust.
That day would not soon come. For around 60 years ago 'The Ruinous Times' began, the name coined by Heart, Shaman Hero of Cheshire, the name coming from the title of book he published.
A fitting name, for an era that changed the entire course of Destiny and the very Foundations of the World itself.
END OF PART 1
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A fitting name, for an era that changed the entire course of Destiny and the very Foundations of the World itself.
END OF PART 1
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Like the wind, I come and go as I please... but I am always there to provide a comforting breeze.
Member of Team PUNishment. Pun-pare for Struggle, make it Double Team!
Phantom is my OTP~
Online ID: 000650
Member of Team PUNishment. Pun-pare for Struggle, make it Double Team!
Phantom is my OTP~ Online ID: 000650
