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Athera Lore
This is the Lore thread for the Athera set. While I realize we have a lore card already, I found it necessary to put a whole thread, since it would be easier to write things in. So here is the first entry.
Athera is a remote plane, the presence of planeswalkers practically non-existent. Our story begins two hundred years ago, on this plane. The people flourished. Man, Orc, Elf, Faerie, Dwarf and Gnome alike lived in harmony. That all changed when a dark deity had awoken in the bowels of the plane.
This dark god’s name was Druaga. He had slept since the birth of the plane. Druaga erected a tower, thrice the height of the tallest mountain and twice the width and length of the longest canyon. Druaga rested at this tower’s top, surveying the weak mortals.
At first, the Tower seemed harmless, civilization eventually forgetting about its presence in the first ten years. As a result, the calamity that ensued had caught everyone off guard. The Tower’s magic aura had increased dramatically, its effects quickly taking its toll on the creature of Athera. The wildlife became even wilder beasts, mosses and slime became creeping oozes, lions formed into manticores, and lizards became dragons.
In speaking of magic, artificers had taken advantage of the “gifts” of the Tower’s aura. Building golems, constructs, thopters and such and giving them a magical life. These automatons had special property to work in tandem with each other to become one better machine. These artificers and their creations became outcasts.
The mortals had a rough time keeping alive during those few years. The dark magic had corrupted the faeries, their alignment leaning blacker and blacker. Demons had spawned in the depths of the Tower, terrorizing the surrounding cities.
The chaos had created tension between the Dwarves, Gnomes, Humans and Elves. This eventually led to the Elves, and the more liberal of the former three (mostly humans) to break into their own faction. They left the cities, exploring the land of Athera and the Tower. The remaining city folk that had stayed fought among them selves in political turmoil, as to who ought to be king. This war lasted nearly two hundred years.
Through this strife in the cities, one boy of 14 years had gathered and army and liberated the slaves that were being held by the city folk and rose to the throne. Through his liberating actions, his name became known as Arslan, the Liberator.
Through Arslan’s inspiring leadership, the city folk had managed to secure the first floor of Druaga’s Tower. The fact that the god hadn’t retaliated had told the people that things weren’t as bad as they thought. Little did mortals know, there was the work of a divine to thanks for that.
That isn't everything. I will probably come back add more to it.
Athera is a remote plane, the presence of planeswalkers practically non-existent. Our story begins two hundred years ago, on this plane. The people flourished. Man, Orc, Elf, Faerie, Dwarf and Gnome alike lived in harmony. That all changed when a dark deity had awoken in the bowels of the plane.
This dark god’s name was Druaga. He had slept since the birth of the plane. Druaga erected a tower, thrice the height of the tallest mountain and twice the width and length of the longest canyon. Druaga rested at this tower’s top, surveying the weak mortals.
At first, the Tower seemed harmless, civilization eventually forgetting about its presence in the first ten years. As a result, the calamity that ensued had caught everyone off guard. The Tower’s magic aura had increased dramatically, its effects quickly taking its toll on the creature of Athera. The wildlife became even wilder beasts, mosses and slime became creeping oozes, lions formed into manticores, and lizards became dragons.
In speaking of magic, artificers had taken advantage of the “gifts” of the Tower’s aura. Building golems, constructs, thopters and such and giving them a magical life. These automatons had special property to work in tandem with each other to become one better machine. These artificers and their creations became outcasts.
The mortals had a rough time keeping alive during those few years. The dark magic had corrupted the faeries, their alignment leaning blacker and blacker. Demons had spawned in the depths of the Tower, terrorizing the surrounding cities.
The chaos had created tension between the Dwarves, Gnomes, Humans and Elves. This eventually led to the Elves, and the more liberal of the former three (mostly humans) to break into their own faction. They left the cities, exploring the land of Athera and the Tower. The remaining city folk that had stayed fought among them selves in political turmoil, as to who ought to be king. This war lasted nearly two hundred years.
Through this strife in the cities, one boy of 14 years had gathered and army and liberated the slaves that were being held by the city folk and rose to the throne. Through his liberating actions, his name became known as Arslan, the Liberator.
Through Arslan’s inspiring leadership, the city folk had managed to secure the first floor of Druaga’s Tower. The fact that the god hadn’t retaliated had told the people that things weren’t as bad as they thought. Little did mortals know, there was the work of a divine to thanks for that.
That isn't everything. I will probably come back add more to it.
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