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Elias is at war.
For centuries, the denizens of this mythical world lived in harmony; embraced by the roots and branches of Yggdrasil Eldr. Amongst the races that dwelled, the highborn sprites had been the ones who took the mantle of leadership ever since the Creator first planted the seed of Yggdrasil into the soils; creating the first kingdom of “Elfeinland”. Empowered by the blessings given by the Creator, the sprites—governing under the name of “The Yggdrasil Order”—brought civilization into this otherwise lawless land that was once infested with monsters, demons, and other evil that bumped in the night. Major roads were paved and settlements were established. Order was placed in the people’s best interests, and with it, an era of peace that lasted for generations.
But this peace was tenuous.
As the passage of time carried on, the cracks of instability became visible each and every day. Discontent grew, and the apparent classism between the people and the Yggdrasil Order could no longer be hidden. Queen Erpin, the one who should’ve been governing her subjects, became callous with her seat of power. Unwise decisions, hubris, and indulgence; the rule of Queen Erpin took a steep decline as many factions began to question her legitimacy and ignited sparks that would lead into numerous civil wars.
With the tension rising between the factions, a new threat emerged. The elves, a race rooted in technology and scientific advancements, arrived from a faraway realm. The moment they established their capital of Monatium, the elves began their rapid expansion within Elias, indiscriminately clearing lands and forcefully taking over settlements once held by the other factions. The reason that the elves got away with their expansions was due to Queen Erpin’s negligence, which didn’t help with the Order’s already-fractured image.
The public’s unrest could no longer be quelled and the once insignificant spark had finally caught fire. A revolution—one that Elias had never seen before—struck the sprite capital city of Yydaclir when it was at its weakest. The Yggdrasil Order was dismantled and Queen Erpin was finally dethroned by the insurgents. Anarchy had placed its reign and now they waged war with the foreign elf invaders. As the two factions tore Elias apart, there were those who held contempt against both the elves and the separatists, thus they banded together as a rebellion party who called themselves “Justice Revolution” and were vowed to cast out their lives for the people’s betterment, even if it meant that they must commit fell deeds under the name of “righteousness”.
Turmoil seemed certain for the people of Elias… but it doesn’t have to be that way.
In the time of chaos and uncertainties, a prophecy was born; one that spoke of hopes and dreams. By the will of Yggdrasil Eldr alone shall a “prophet” of the Creator’s image descend into Elias. They would be heralded as “The Enlightened One” who shall restore the Yggdrasil Order and return Elias to a much kinder, harmonious era.
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Fret not. Though you must travail this road of thorns, you will not be forgotten nor abandoned. Your efforts will bear fruit in due time, as the blessings of yore shall remain as a promise in your heart. So, follow the direction to where the roots of Yggdrasil go, and it shall guide you to the right place and time. And eventually… the same roots shall bring you home; back to the ever-flowing “Well” that has been promised to you.
Until then, I look forward to seeing what miracles you can achieve, my dearest Mimir.