1 janv. 1670 - Belethiel Seraphim and Daryen Verenberd Lead The Great March to the Southernrealms
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When the Fanatics of the Prophet's Faith breached the wards of the Smargenclóst and burned it to the ground, an anguished cry was raised skywards across the Mountainbound Fellowship, which now lay shattered.
The cities of the Emerald Forest as well as their inhabitants vanished from sight to never be seen or heard from again, employing magics so powerful that not even the great Prophet was able to devise where the bramble-bound cities had gone. Of the great Forest Cities only Heart was left standing, as its line of rulers had long since been seized by humans of either the Laudrent or the Seraphim bloodline, the current heir of which was Lady Belethiel Seraphim, spouse of Daryen Verenberd of Star's Arrival who was the adviser to Ivv Hartscrá Houn, Vourkunnungur Tál Feren (The Mountain King Sky Gazer of House Tomescribe).
Belethiel was born unto one of the few noble human houses which had earned the respect of the Clovens and Naturehearts as to be sworn to rulership in the woodlands alongside the Smargenclóst. She had lain in wait as the Prophet's faith coiled itself around her subjects, unsure of what to make of these foreign beliefs interfering with the Sun's Creed and the Pantheon of Betrayers. There was a god, it seemed, concerned with the affairs of mortal beings. It had bestowed great power on the so called Prophet and some others, and its tenets aligned with the simple outlook of the commoners.
By the time the War of Beliefs, the forest had seen little growth in regards of practitioners, but these few were consummate fanatics, capable of doing anything if it meant earning the favor of their patron. Belethiel tried to prevent any bloodshed, but she withheld her hosts for too long, gave them too little power to intervene. By the time she realized this, the Smargenclóst was no more, and the cities in league with her own had vanished without trace, inhabitants and all. Few Clovens and Naturehearts remained among the remaining cities, scared and forsaken, and of those fewer still would go on to march southwards alongside so many others.
The razing of the Smargenclóst was an offense to those whom had pledged themselves to the Forest's culture unlike any they had been faced with before. Not even the cruel execution of the Silverblood royal bloodline and its consequential exodus of all the Silverbloods had struck the Forestkin so brutally, left them so unsure, and for a time no word save the blaring Prophetic chant was uttered among the streets of the Forest Cities. A month would pass, during which some already made away elsewhere with little they could carry. None dared stop them, not even the fanatics, who would be met with the reprisal of the Verdant Knights now dispatched to safeguard the passing of those who abandoned their homes. The air lay tense, turgid, and Belethiel knew something had to be done, but she could not bring herself to act suddenly. She was Duke of the woodlands, nearly as powerful as the Queen in Sunrise. One in her stead could not stride so brazenly. But her spouse convinced her otherwise.
Well above the clouds on the Starry Mountains, the people who dwelt there were not faring any better than those who made their home below.
The Vourkunnungur, shaken by such a violent development, ordered to send aid to the people of the forest, but the fanatics who dwelt in Star's Arrival rose up in arms as they considered the act as the final straw and established a blockade upon the city gates, great enough to bring pause to the King's armsmen, who did not want to hurt their own people. The days would pass in this stalemate, as the King would not give the other to assault his subjects, with the discontent of the loyalist inhabitants growing by the moment, bound to reach its boiling point soon, which is what happened as the fifth day of the blockade dawned upon the city.
The peasantry rose up in arms, clashing with the fanatics in a cruel battle which grew to such large proportions that the Vourkunnungur came down from his fortress to quell the upheaval. But matters would only grow direr, for as he made his way to the great brawling ground an errant arrow pierced him through the heart, rendering him dead on the spot. The King's armsmen would cast away their restrains after this, coming onto the fanatics with fire and fury. Many would day upon that battle, and only as the strife subsided did its survivors come to realize their monarch had been dethroned. Mourn befell on the city as the news of the massacre traveled westwards to Sunrise, upon which a great mass would gather in arms well ready to march on Star's Arrival for having felled their Prophet-aligned kin.
The mountains would learn of their Master's demise and weep his tragic loss, all the while festering in their heart the want for revenge, a yearning for blood. Daryen Verenberd would see this as the Steward appointed to rule the Starry Mountains in the absence of the king, but unlike his spouse who despaired at the thought of letting her people go to war with their kin, he did not despair, and came onto a solution instead.
They could not fight their kin expecting to win. Their brothers and sisters were now forfeit, their lands were as well. What was left for them to do was to do as the Silverbloods, and leave for better lands.
She was reluctant to agree to this, but she did so as there was no other choice. On the Seventieth Cycle of the 17th Century (1670) of the Sunborn Calendar, the people of the Mountainbound Fellowship Gathered their belongings in saddles, bid their ancestral homes farewell and departed southwards with nary a word uttered, granting those who would not bend to their ruler's will a pardon and an opportunity to remain with those they deemed their kin. Many mourned this exodus. Many, lest for those bound to the coast, whose faith was so strong that none would sway it.
The march would not happen all at once nor would its many caravans of marchers rove shoulder to shoulder, but in but a year nearly all those who surrendered themselves to mourn had left their homestead and tarried onto better lands, employing the yet to be taken Vourvayr or the paths of the plains to make their way past the plains of the River Black, finding the forsaken realms abandoned by the perished Vourenkinn.
It is important to know that those of the Vourekinn whom dwelt in the mountains knew full well that leaving their high hold would mean the death for them, a descent into beasthood, but they undertook the march regardless, for staying would render the same fate at the hands of crazed fanatics.
None of the Clovens would march southwards, and of the Nature Hearts only a few joined the caravans. This would lead, later on, to the loss of the Nature Heart bloodline as it would be overwhelmed by the rapidly spreading humans.
Daryen Verenberd would die in battle with a flock of Prowlers whilst on the march, leading to the encounter of the Vourenkinn of Vourenál with the Men of the North, and Belethiel Seraphim would pass away the last of her blood, ending the Seraphim Bloodline by way of not mothering a suitable offspring after her partner's death.
The two of them would lead a drove of marchers through the Vourvayr to reach the Mountains of Voruenál, where they would settle down in Álgarim.
On these throngs of deserters marched other men and women who would become leaders of their respective peoples in the Cycles to come, such as Gharden Strider (Rádnardir), Darren Elmswood (Árveran) who would become the First Warden of the Endrealm, Einar and Eyra Hel (Sorendir and Sigundir), both of whom would become Rulers and then Jarls of their respective Dominions, Othor Trevlin (Vourenál), Boldin Arfemdry (Vourenál), Jorven Veggen (Murkunvir), Zydla Walaki [Marching Spring] (Sorendir) and Áuvear [Thicket Song] (Murkunvir) who would in time become the First King of the Concordance of Rebirth of Murkunvir.
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