Post by Lunari on Dec 30, 2019 22:48:45 GMT -5
. the MYSTIC-WARDEN WAR .
It had started over two decades ago, when the king's once beloved wife still sat in power beside him. Magic was still praised and welcomed until Allarick's mind was tainted with false accusations of magic being evil. That those who wielded it could never be pure of heart and thus did the bidding of the darkness.
It was with these accusations that led Allarick to condemn his own wife to death, to be burned in the city square as an example of what was to come. Some claim, even still, that this was the day their king truly lost his mind...
Everywhere, riots broke out, fires engulfing homes as blood ran down the cobblestone streets like rivers, a time that is now known as "The Great Purification". The Mystics tried to fight back, but by then, were so few in number. All they could do was run, hiding on the outskirts of Namyca Forest.
For a couple of years, there were no signs of the magic users or clues to their whereabouts, bringing the people to believe this war had been won. But soon enough, the Mystics filtered out from the woodwork, reigning down their devastation upon the people who had betrayed them without proper justification, only the words of a deranged king. Title and age did not matter, as even the elderly and young found themselves in the path of these merciless murders without hesitation.
With a bloody victory for the Mystics, the king's council gathered to resolve this war before it started once again...and their answer was the creation of the Wardens. Greatly trained individuals who would suffer a harsh but necessary regiment each day to remain fit to serve their king with such a high-stake position. With their weapons blessed by the magic of a skilled Mystic captive, they have become the deadly weapon the people needed.
The Wardens were able to hold their own against the magic users, which ultimately evened the battlefield.
They were labeled a myth, stories children were told by their parents to keep them well behaved, as the identities of these men and women were kept secret, all but to the king and the Wardens themselves. To share their secret could mean death. They seemed as ethereal as their enemy, but had more and more people siding with them as the years passed on.
And so, eventually, the Mystics' numbers dwindled and in present years have been thought to no longer exist. But for those who listen carefully to the wind, they can hear their whispers...their willingness to finish this war once and for all and to restore the magical beauty to the lands. The very magic that had built this very kingdom from mere stone.