⚔️ The Story of RoP ⚔️

Long ago, in the years before time itself, a figure, wrought out of the nothingness of chaos, appeared and created order. From this order, he created planes of great magic and power. In his omnipotence, Orin created many vassals who would help create and manifest Orin's great design. He sent these gods forth across the voids of nothingness to spread his great idea. Slowly, they changed the great emptiness of chaos into the planes of existence. Upon creating one plane of exceptional power and beauty, Orin created two great counterparts who would act as regents to govern this new plane. Thus, Asharak and an unknown god were given a great, new world to build and rule over.

As the world slowly grew, the problems these young gods faced seem to grow easier and easier. These two gods found in each other the parts they needed to run their realm. Yet, as all things pass and fade away into the deep recesses of memory, so did the friendship that existed between them. As the countless centuries turned into millennia, the camaraderie between these two gods also grew, but so did Asharak's thirst for power, until this thirst became so great that it twisted and changed Asharak. He no longer found his counterpart tolerable nor worthy of his friendship, and thus started a fierce battle between the two gods.

Asharak banded with all his minions: drow, skaven swamp trolls, and orcs, and created lesser gods to rule over each race and prepare them for war. Asharak stored and focused his energies and thoughts upon what lay before him. The unknown god mourned over the great loss of his friend. To his surprise, he soon found the forces of Asharak were growing strong and about ready to overtake him. As Asharak had done before him, he created lesser gods to rule over his minions and prepare them for the eventual war, but he was not fast enough.

The war began. Minions fighting minions; gods fighting gods. Asharak was quick to advance, and his mighty, loyal drow and orc warriors smashed race after race. The sea-elves, hardly prepared for this great onslaught, were the first to be annihilated. Asharak's armies rolled over them and destroyed them and their god in one fatal swoop. Soon, the ogres banded with the other allies, but they were not quick enough, for in the dark of night, Asharak cast a mighty dreamspell to keep these warriors from arising from their slumber. As they slept, Asharak's Skaven assassins slipped in to slit the throat of every sleeping man, woman, and child. The remaining good races banded together, yet raid after raid continued. Tinkergnomes, trying to remain impartial to the conflict and continue with their smithing, stayed away from the front lines. However, Asharak's mighty swamp trolls rolled right over them.

Both sides seeing the need for new minions summoned and influenced new races. Asharak seeing a great need for minions divided the dwarves against themselves. Then using his great necromancy he brought back the lives of his fallen warriors so that they might fight on for him throughout eternity. Soon after, he persuaded the Kenku to join his minions in the fight against good. Finally he called upon the great Illithids to join him. The good god seeing the power that was now before him, called upon the dryads to defend their forests. Then he called out to the Svirfneblin and Atomie to join in this fight for justice. Finally he summoned the great Azer warlords to join the fight against Asharak.

Throughout these battles, Asharak slowly gained power from the land, draining the life energy out of all around him and filling his great tower with this mystical energy which sent eddies out across the great battle fields. Still, the good god was not beaten and would not fold; his knowledge and power held him to the cause. With what remained of his forces, he stormed Asharak's Dark Tower. Asharak's minions, still caught up in vain and boasting from their previous victories, were suprised and quickly overrun by this great force.

In the charge, the once mighty dragonbane were slain by the hordes of skulk, causing Asharak's minions to lose heart and flee. In that great moment, the Black Tower was destroyed its shattered remains hurled across the world. As the fortress was destroyed, a great time-slip rippled across the realms, affecting the fabric of reality. Many souls were caught in this chronic historesis, sending them into an ever-recurring time loop, but those with the blood of heroes remained unaffected. Asharak's unholy terror rippled out with this massive shock wave, all but destroying the charging skulk. Enraged at how his tower was destroyed, Asharak charged towards old friend. Soon they were fighting throughout the heavens. Hours and hours passed, spell after spell crashed through the sky. Until finally Asharak gained the advantage and threw his body down from the heavens. When the body finally crashed into the earth A loud shrill echoed across the lands. The world knew of its loss and sighed it aloud. After the silence a large hellish volcano stood where the god now lay dead forever. However, the forces of good continued their unrelenting assault, waging fight after bloody fight upon the retreating followers of Asharak until they made their way to the Caverns of Caladorn.

Then, in a moment of judgment, and just before they could deliver the killing blow, a council of immortals arrived. Gardenia, Mohanri, Blur, Mordridsol, and Morgan; proclaimed their conditions to Asharak, knowing that if he did not meet these conditions his own life may of been taken. Reluctantly he joined them knowing that every step he took would be to better himself and undermine the council. The council told all the minions that the battle was over and a new peace would now reign. Yet, the minions of good were not satisfied and wanted revenge for their loss. Charging towards Asharak and his minions a final sigh went out across the world followed by a mist slowly rolling over the land. Shaken from the mist's overwhelming, horrific presence, most of the surviving races retreated back to the good homelands. Asharak's distraught minions, however, backed up deep into the cavern to escape this new fiend. As the mist rolled over the lands, contact with others became all but impossible, and those who entered or were caught in the mist were never heard of again.

The new council, foreseeing a great catastrophe, erected a force shield of power to protect their people. Asharak, slowly regaining his powers and in awe of the mist, hastefully closed the cavern entrances before all could enter. Most swamp trolls and all the clans of orcs but one were left near the mist. The swamp trolls were quite alarmed at their god's decision, yet somehow, the mist was warded away from their swamps. Many swamp trolls believed this was due to Asharak trying to protect his devoted followers, but some still loathed him. The orcs however were never heard of again. Only rumors and myths can be found about them.

The mist shrouded the lands in its cloak for many ages, and slowly the surviving races began to build hometowns in which their race could begin to grow and prosper again. However, there came a time when the depths of the still darkness receded to light, the azure grandeur of indigo was seen and the mist was gone. The council of gods immediatly reconvened. Mordrisol soon decided to ally with Asharak making a valuable and trusted comrade. Now together they quickly gaining power and strength both in and outside of the council. Once again, an opening had been made, and a world unknown to most reopened! Heroes began adventuring, coming back with strange, great tales of the world about them and how the mist could still be seen in parts. But slowly, the mist was rising...

Many years after the mists had risen, a power struggle so fierce occurred that it tore the realm apart. The evil gods Zod, Xix, Talice, and Jalaal evolved a vicious plan. They incarnated themselves into mortal forms and gathered their allies with intent to rid the lands of goodness forever. The armies of good took on massive casualties from the detrimental forces of evil. Towns were sacked and burned, women and children were slain, as the armies of evil spread through Adaar and up the mountain routes of the Northern Mountains. Left no other choice, Baalzom, Aethelhelm, Kiri, and Ishta joined ranks and came in their mortal forms to lead the armies of good against these overwhelming powers.

After many more legendary battles and disturbing losses to both sides, the dieties decided they had to step in. Morgan, Gardenia, Nichademus, Molech and Ssarr met in chambers for what seemed days deciding how to handle the utter chaos that had taken over the realm. Finally a decision was reached, which was no easy task.

Xix and Baalzom were each summoned separately and handed a spellbook. They promised both Xix and Baalzom victory over each other if they would cast one more simple spell. It was agreed upon by both parties, and in the very next battle the gods clashed, leading their armies into each other. In the rage of battle, the opposing gods cast the spell ... simultaneously.

The spell was magnificent, beautiful and terrorizing at the same time. The skies were filled with flames and a quiet peace fell over the lands as both armies stared into the sky in disbelief. Then icy winds blew across all the land, and as the winds reached each mortal, they were placed into a deep sleep. It was a massive world-wide dreamspell that had been cast. The only unaffected individuals were the manifested forms of the gods. Then Gardenia spoke to them. She said "since you have bickered, fought, and spilled the blood of many mortals, your punishment shall be that you forever remain in mortal form. Also your god-like abilities have been stripped from you forever, you shall have to make do with merely your mortal forms."

Just as her final words echo'ed throughout the lands...the asleep mortals began to waken. All of the powers granted from the gods were gone. In fact, all of their past memories were gone as well. Their abilites and spells, gone. The armies staggered about and disbanded. Evil and good alike had forgotten everything.

And for the moment there was peace...