General History

The (modern) history of Starari begins with the Godfall, which is precisely what it says on the tin. Gods fall, civilization dies (and how!). What precisely lead to the Godfall is not known, though many guess at it. In the chaos of the Godfall, kingdoms imploded and cities crumbled, entire annals of history were burnt to ashes in the brilliant fires that accompanied the death of the Old Gods. While it is not known what caused the death of the Old Gods, what is known is that when they died, their powers and portfolios were condensed into small crystalline artifacts, and those mortals who possessed enough personal power could absorb these artifacts and become gods themselves. Thus began a race to acquire these stones (which have no common name amongst the various races, but are referred to in Common most often as ‘Remnants’), which as one can guess, lead to lots more trouble.

While naturally a lot of people went after the Remnants, only a few people were actually qualified. Unfortunately for most people, one of those qualified individuals was Thanattian, a wizard-necromancer from Pangai. Predictably, he went after the Death Domain first, and despite the best efforts of the elfin ranger Mykos, succeeded in capturing and absorbing it. Now a minor god with his necromantic powers amplified a hundred fold, Thanattian went on to acquire the Knowledge Domain as well. By now other mortals (including Mykos) had succeeded in acquiring Remnants for themselves, though never more than two. Thanattian, hungry for more power and synergizing his two Domains succeeded in surprising and killing the new-risen deity of Magic and Nature (Plants), Orona, an elfin druid and sorceress (and Mykos’ lover). Taking Magic for himself, he left the Nature domain to be absorbed by Mykos, who, distraught and furious summoned the other gods to make war on Thanattian, lest the now immensely powerful deity succeed in killing them one by one and taking all their Domains.

Thanattian, however, knew he had drawn the ire of his fellow gods, and having accomplished all he set out to do, disappeared, leaving his followers only with a mysterious prophecy to return… “And I say unto you, my Necrolytes, though I may be silent when you bid me answer your questions, know I will answer your prayers. The tyrants amongst the living and their gods will torment you, and greatly, and so I bid thee to go unto the secret places of the world, and worship in the shadow. Know that one day I will return with a Greater Power, and when I do, a New Law will rule this world, and a New Eon will begin.”

Five hundred years following the Godfall and the events immediately proceeding, the second world changing event occurred. From their home plane, another Prime Material Plane they call Terterus, the strange and graceful Lumier appeared. Having traveled to Starari from their home-world through a great dimensional rift, the alien Lumier traveled from the center of the northern portion of Longai to its coast, constructed massive ships, then sailed West, following the sun until they reached Pangai, traveling inland a few miles until they settled in a particular location. The location in question was a Magocratic city-state known as Moon-Shadow, because every year without fail the Solar Eclipse occurred over this precise location. The intensely benevolent Lumier preached their peaceful (and more importantly, mage-tolerant, as after Thanattian took the Domain of Magic, magic users have been the object of suspicion and derision until this point) religion until for all practical purposes all the citizens of Moon-Shadow became Lunairians. The name of the city was changed to Sanctus Eclipse, and became the center of a small but benevolent and prosperous Theocratic city-state. Lumier missionaries spread across Starari, spreading the message of their faith to the native races.

As the Lumier spread, establishing budding communities of proselytizers and small monastic holdings and seminaries, they drew the ire of the elves. Their stated reasons for resentment where many; the Lumier practiced magic, which the elves abhorred, they introduced foreign species from their home world into the environment, which the elves viewed as tampering with nature, and their proselytizing was weakening the strength of elfin culture. But the main and unspoken reason was a secret and intense jealousy. The elves had always been the most graceful race in the entire world, but the newly arrived Lumier exceeded them in wisdom, learning and beauty, awing all other races, or at least earning their respect. And the elves resented this. Eventually their contempt could no longer be contained and a bloody war began, with elves slaughtering Lumier, and Lumier running, pleading and attempting desperately to end the attack diplomatically. The assault only came to a halt at the walls of Sanctus Eclipse, where the formerly pacifistic Lumier finally invested their first Paladins, mostly Aunakian converts. These new Paladins of Lunairism managed to hold the elfin army back from Sanctus Eclipse, breaking their morale and forcing them to retreat. But the damage was done and those few Lumier living outside of Sanctus Eclipse fled to deep mountain enclaves. This all occurred over the course of 200 years.

Roughly a thousand years latter saw the downfall of elfin civilization in Pangai. A young dark-haired, dark-eyed Lumier by the name of Bastionus assembled a group of adventurers, and by hook and crook, one quest after another, began building a unified Empire across Pangai under the banner of Lunairism. The elves were slow to react, and by the time they did Bastionus (now Emperor Bastionus, Lord of the Dark Side of the Moon) had assembled a not inconsiderable military force. The new Emperor warned the elves that he had no intention of fighting them, and would not attempt to expand into their territory, but the elves, incised that a Lumier would even attempt (let alone succeed) to build an empire, attacked anyway. The Emperor’s forces, though fewer, were better trained, better disciplined and better armed with incredible new innovations in magic and technology (and a combination of both), and the elves were beaten back to their forests.

Believing that Bastionus would conquer their lands and enslave them in vengeance for their previous campaign against the Lumier, the elves set fire to their forest cities, preferring to die than submit to humiliation. Surprisingly, Bastionus ordered his men to put out the fires and rescue the elves trapped above and among the flames and smoke. Decimated by the war and their collective attempt at racial suicide and humbled by both their defeat and the Emperor’s merciful actions, the elves were in no position to further antagonize the Lumier. However, the Emperor didn’t trust for this to last, and felt that the elves would eventually attempt to avenge themselves upon the Lumier for the humiliation they suffered in defeat. Bringing the ancient Arks the Lumier had come to Pangai in out of hiding, the Emperor had every last elf loaded onto them, along with their personal effects, their history texts and significant religious and cultural artifacts, and sufficient supplies to see them across the Ocean of Light. Enchanted to propel themselves across the sea without wind, currents, navigation or any kind of crew, the massive ships deposited their charges safely in Longai, and sensing their mission was completed, self-destructed, the ancient wards designed to ward off rot and mildew instantly dispelled, and in a moment’s worth of over a millennium of time catching up, the Arks disintegrated into dust.

The year is 1860 A.G.

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