The Elysian Empire stood for but a short while. Its Capital the Imperial City of Amberfell. Its ruling family preceding over all of Garama and for a time the world. The Emperor Hygrim Elswyer De'Cart the 1st (Dark Cartographer) stood troubled as Elysium's global influence was not as strong as once was believed. The campaign in the North was a disaster. The whirlwind of lawless discord as the old city states of Vanahimer began to annihilate themselves had burned all those who dared touch it. Intervention had cost us the world. Hygrim's mind cast back to the campaign against Zion in the early days of this world. By his side stood the proud leadership of Winterfjell. Together they conquered Zion and put an end to Kingdom of Kalros and its absent king. Both Winterfjell and Amberfell wished for a unity between their towns. But it was not to be.
Winterfjell became capital of the north and rallied the other towns to the banner of peace and security out of the fires of war. Amberfell had consolidated its power at home and began to plan its strategy for achieving its second term. The business of ruling such a large and powerful alliance began to take its toll. The Emperor kept very poorly. Communications between the four great states began to fragment and the will of its leaders became distant and foggy. Throughout this time the great warriors of Elysium, the Valkyries conducted campaigns in the West and North for the glory of Elysium. They cut though all opposition like a warm knife though butter. Huge coulombs of black smoke and fire cascaded upwards turning the sky to crimson and the moon to blood. Nobody could halt us and nobody could challenge our will.
The Elysian Empires demise began where it had all started. In the snow, mountains and forests of the north. The Winterfjell leadership had taken leave of absence after the destruction brought upon their cities. One city in their number untouched by the flames of war hatched a plot which fragmented the north. Hilo began to torch the land of its former allies, burning its way to the capital of the north.
These developments disturbed Hygrim very much. Vanahimer, the alliance he had helped to create was no more. Elysian trade interests were threatened. An emergency meeting was called and the Empire agreed action in the north against the betrayers of Vanahimer. Everything was in place. Except Elysium's warriors. The Empire attacked at half strength and soon the tide was against us. Defeat was followed by defeat until the tide crashed on the shores of Garama. Elysian world influence was diminished just when there was no time to do anything about it.
Anger and dispute broke out between the cities of Elysium, the miss communication resulted in fear and mistrust. The Valkyries had threatened to resign their position, Amberfells warriors were missing at their posts and the Empire as a whole demoralised by the turn of events. Hygrim feared the worst. He began to fear the intent of his allies. Help was offered from abroad. The lack of internal communication spiralled out of control. Fear of conspiracy bread conspiracy. It almost caused a schism of monumental proportions. But something lingered in Hygrims heart. A realisation, of the deep bonds of friendship that had brought the towns of Garama together. He refused to instigate any conflict, he refused to start a war with his own. His heart sank that the presuit of power had blinded him from what was really important. His friendships in Elysium. His comrades and brothers. He wondered how he could have been so misguided as to mistrust them. Deep shame and sadness filled his heart.
On this day Hygrim Elswyer De'Cart abdicated the throne of his own will feeling himself unfit for leadership of the Elysium Alliance. The Empire is now a Republic of the four city states: Valkyrie, Ibbish, Valhalla and Amberfell. Each state puts forward one elected representative for the Elysian Senate. Capital of Elysium is now cycled between the four member states of the Elysian Senate. The Supreme Chancellor of Elysium for this month is the Wise and Honourable Wolf of Ibbish. His wisdom will no doubt lead our new Republic to greatness! For Democracy! For Friendship! For the Republic!
Retiring from political life for the month ahead Hygrim busy's himself with building and pondering over recent events and lessons he will not forget.
Winterfjell became capital of the north and rallied the other towns to the banner of peace and security out of the fires of war. Amberfell had consolidated its power at home and began to plan its strategy for achieving its second term. The business of ruling such a large and powerful alliance began to take its toll. The Emperor kept very poorly. Communications between the four great states began to fragment and the will of its leaders became distant and foggy. Throughout this time the great warriors of Elysium, the Valkyries conducted campaigns in the West and North for the glory of Elysium. They cut though all opposition like a warm knife though butter. Huge coulombs of black smoke and fire cascaded upwards turning the sky to crimson and the moon to blood. Nobody could halt us and nobody could challenge our will.
The Elysian Empires demise began where it had all started. In the snow, mountains and forests of the north. The Winterfjell leadership had taken leave of absence after the destruction brought upon their cities. One city in their number untouched by the flames of war hatched a plot which fragmented the north. Hilo began to torch the land of its former allies, burning its way to the capital of the north.
These developments disturbed Hygrim very much. Vanahimer, the alliance he had helped to create was no more. Elysian trade interests were threatened. An emergency meeting was called and the Empire agreed action in the north against the betrayers of Vanahimer. Everything was in place. Except Elysium's warriors. The Empire attacked at half strength and soon the tide was against us. Defeat was followed by defeat until the tide crashed on the shores of Garama. Elysian world influence was diminished just when there was no time to do anything about it.
Anger and dispute broke out between the cities of Elysium, the miss communication resulted in fear and mistrust. The Valkyries had threatened to resign their position, Amberfells warriors were missing at their posts and the Empire as a whole demoralised by the turn of events. Hygrim feared the worst. He began to fear the intent of his allies. Help was offered from abroad. The lack of internal communication spiralled out of control. Fear of conspiracy bread conspiracy. It almost caused a schism of monumental proportions. But something lingered in Hygrims heart. A realisation, of the deep bonds of friendship that had brought the towns of Garama together. He refused to instigate any conflict, he refused to start a war with his own. His heart sank that the presuit of power had blinded him from what was really important. His friendships in Elysium. His comrades and brothers. He wondered how he could have been so misguided as to mistrust them. Deep shame and sadness filled his heart.
On this day Hygrim Elswyer De'Cart abdicated the throne of his own will feeling himself unfit for leadership of the Elysium Alliance. The Empire is now a Republic of the four city states: Valkyrie, Ibbish, Valhalla and Amberfell. Each state puts forward one elected representative for the Elysian Senate. Capital of Elysium is now cycled between the four member states of the Elysian Senate. The Supreme Chancellor of Elysium for this month is the Wise and Honourable Wolf of Ibbish. His wisdom will no doubt lead our new Republic to greatness! For Democracy! For Friendship! For the Republic!
Retiring from political life for the month ahead Hygrim busy's himself with building and pondering over recent events and lessons he will not forget.
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