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The Gods of Creation - Before Septian Calendar

In the beginning, there were two great gods.
One boasted unrivaled courage,
the other unparalleled fortitude.
They descended from the heavens with their kin,
and it was upon the dark land below that they first met.

Calamity. Their opposing natures, incompatible,
the two were drawn irresistibly into battle,
and thus began a struggle that shook heaven and earth.
The Goddess and the spirits' laments were for naught.
As the land quaked, the skies were town asunder,
and the gods' kin could only tremble in fear.
After what seemed like an eternity, their clash came to an end.

… But it was an end of mutual defeat.
Their power spent, the empty shells of the two celestial
titans were flung into the furthest reaches of the dark
land. All that remained in their wake were terrible their kin…
… and the Great Power.



The Dark Dragon - Year 371, Septian Calendar

Two hundred years after Heimdallr was first founded,
ruin rose on monstrous wings from the depths of the earth.
Its name was Zoro-Agruga, the Dark Dragon.
A malevolent creature of terrible power, it spread a
miasma throughout the capital that turned Heimdallr into
a city of the dead.

But the horrors did not end there. The evil dragon
desecrated the corpses of the fallen, taking control of
their bodies and using them to attack those who remained
alive, further increasing the legions of the dead.

The emperor at the time, Astorius II, was forced
to flee the city with what remained of his household and
citizens. Together they retreated south and established
a new capital in the land of Saint-Arkh.

For a hundred years the bane of Heimdallr went
unchallenged until Hector I, the seventh emperor of
Erebonia, resolved to recapture the city.

Time had proved an ally to the beast, however, and
the dragon's influence had spread over the surrounding
area like a plague.

Undaunted, Hector I led an army of brave knights into
the necropolis in an attempt to free it. But though
their hearts were steadfast, their arrival was met by
legions of powerful fiends, and their efforts seemed
doomed to end in failure.

It was then that Hector I had a fateful encounter
with none other than the great Vermillion Knight, the
Testa-Rossa.

The knight recognized Hector I as its master, and
bolstered by its immense power and countless weapons,
the emperor moved once again on the city and to the
decisive encounter with the Dark Dragon.

The battle shook the city to its core, and at the
end, the Vermillion Knight was victorious. The scourge
of Heimdallr, the Dark Dragon, was defeated.
However, the price of victory was steep.

The corrupted blood that flowed from the dragon
claimed Hector's life and defiled even the knight
itself, placing a curse on it.

The noble Testa-Rossa became the Crimson Calamity:
a demon with a thousand weapons that only reacts to the
blood of the Arnor family; a destructive force on par
with the Dark Dragon that, should control of it ever be
lost, would threaten the world and all who live in it.
It was sealed deep underground, never intended to again
see the light of day.

Meanwhile, a new city rose from the ashes of the old,
and people once again began to gether in Heimdallr. And
that was when the Vermillion Capital that ensures to
this day was first built.



The War of the Lions Begins - Year 947

In the year 947, Emperor Valius V passed away. His
death heralded the beginning of the largest scale civil
war in Erebonian history.

Valius V was a ruler with a somewhat debaucherous
reputation, and is said to have had countless wives and
concubines. To further complicate the matter of
succession, many of those wives came from prestigious
noble families, all of whom began competing for power
and wanted their offspring to take the throne. Within
days of Valius V's death, Crown Prince Manfred, the son
of his first wife, was assassinated by an unknown party.

Following the death of the crown prince, the fourth
prince and son of the first Emperor Valius' secondary
wives, Prince Orthros, seized the capital by force.
Once in control, he declared himself the new emperor and
began purging all those who dared to oppose him.

The coup set off a succession of counter claims and
three other princes also named themselves to be the
new emperor.

Backed by the powerful noble families of their
mothers, the competing princes ignited a bloody five-
year-long civil war, and thus the War of the Lions
began.

At first, the princes' armies were largely equal in
terms of strength. It wasn't until Orthros, who would
later come to be known as the False Emperor, revived the
being that had long been sealed under the city that the
balance of power shifted.

The Testa-Rossa, the legendary Vermillion Knight now
tainted by the blood of Zoro-Agruga, saw the light of
day once more.

With its unmatched strength under his control,
Orthros decimated his greatest competition in one fell
swoop, and the fifth prince, Gunnar, was defeated.

It seemed inevitable that the armies of the other
princes would share the same fate, but it was at this
pivotal point that the war took yet another surprising
and sudden turn.

This unexpected development cmae in the form of
another Great Knight: The Palatinate Knight. The famed
champion was acquired by Prince Lucius, the sixth and
youngest of the feuding brothers, and with its power he
was able to defeat the army of the brilliant strategist
and second prince, Albert. Victorious and backed by the
knight's power, Prince Lucius was poised to challenge
Orthros. Prince Gunnar and Albert's armies, however,
were not completely wiped out and decided to join forces
with one another in order to oppose the other princes.

It was thus that the war became one fought by three
separate groups—Prince Orthros with the Vermillion
Knight, Prince Lucius with the Palatinate Knight, and
princes Gunnar and Albert, who had no knight but
compensated with their sheer numbers.

The War of the Lions had been raging for two years
now, and the chaos only worsened by the day. Erebonia
seemed fated to fall into ruin and darkness—fitting,
perhaps, for a nation that takes its name from 'Erebos.'



Dreichels Takes Up Arms - Year 949

A young man lazed on a grassy plain, enjoying a nap
in the peaceful setting.

Before long, however, his rest was interrupted by the
arrival of a second young man on horseback. The youth
wore the trappings of a knight and his expression was
deathly serious. His armour bore many rents and scratches
and his left arm was bound in a bloody bandage. The
first young man had not seen him in several years, but
a cheerful reunion did not seem to be his purpose.

'You were right after all,' the second man said
gravely. 'At this rate, the Empire's days are numbered.'
At this, the first young man rose from the grass.
He was none other than the third prince of the
Erebonian Empire, Prince Dreichels.

As a man with no claim tot he throne due to his
commoner mother and shunned by the other highborn
princes, Dreichels had long since left Erebonia behind,
wandering from place to place and willing away his days.
Three years prior he had reached the land of Nord, where
he had remained ever since.

Though left to his own devices since childhood, his
nature was noble and he was quickly accepted by the
people of Nord and lived peacefully among them. But
while he had left his homeland, he had not truly
abandoned it in his heart.

During his wanderings his mother had passed away, but
while she lived, she had told him something that would
remain with him for the rest of his days.
'The blood flowing through you will not allow you to
turn your back on the Empire's suffering.'

Prince Dreichels had turned those words over in his
head again and again. What could a powerless vagrant
like himself truly hope to do?

The knight's arrival, however, signified two things—
that the war continued to worsen, and that Erebonia was
on a certain path to ruination.

His mother was probably correct.

Hearing the knight's words, he decided that enough was
enough. He could ignore the pain of his countrymen no
longer.

That knight, incidentally, was called Roland. He was
a childhood friend of Dreichels' and his confidant. He
was also the man who Dreichels had left in charge of
things in his place before leaving the country.

Prince Dreichels set about preparing to depart, but
before he could finish he was met by several of the tall
knights of Nord, their cross-shaped spears in hand.
They, too, were close friends of Dreichels, and they
volunteered to accompany him and Roland, fearing that
the two men alone would not stand a chance.

The next morning the prince departed the village,
a mere seventeen men under his command. They
bade farewell to the people of the settlement, and its elder
wished them well.

'May the winds and the Goddess be with you,' he
blessed them. 'Fortune favour you all.'




The War Comes to an End - Year 952

Prince Dreichels' opponents were the armies of fourth
prince Orthros and his Vermillion Knight, sixth prince
Lucius with his Palatinate Knight, and the combined
forces of the remaining princes, Gunnar and Albert, who
had a legion of magical golem's under their control. Yet
it was he, the illegitimate son of a commoner and late-
comer to the war, who emerged triumphant.

His victory did not come without losses, however.
During his return to Erebonia, Roland fell in battle.
Not long after that, however, he met a woman who would
change his destiny forever.

That woman was none other than the daughter of Count
Sandlot, who hailed from the lakeside town of Legram.
Her charismatic personality and peerless skills with the
lance earned her the leadership of a band of knights
known as the Eisenritter and the moniker 'Lance Maiden.'
Her name was Lianne Sandlot.

Prince Dreichels and Lianne Sandlot may have come
from wildly different backgrounds, but their concern for
the innocent victims of the war united them in purpose
to bring an end to the bloodshed, and it was those
shared feelings that made them join forces.

The two of them, along with the warriors of Nord, the
Eisenritter, and all of the other peoples of the nation
whose hearts they moved, liberated one town after
another, and were eventually successful in persuading
even Prince Lucius, owner of the Palatinate Knight, to
fight for their cause.

At the same time, however, the False Emperor schemed
to elevate the cursed Vermillion Knight to even greater
power…to godhood.

And thus the Vermillion Apocalypse was created.

The demonic god emerged in Heimdallr alongside a
monstrous castle and vanquished the approaching armies
of Albert and Gunnar in a single battle. Their end was
anything but conventional, however. They were simply
erased from existence.

Even the Palatinate Knight could not contend with
such a foe and was felled. And as it decimated all who
challenged the False Emperor, countless crimson spirit
veins spread out from the castle, stealing the very life
from the capital's citizens, as well as those in the
surrounding area.

Defeat seemed all but inevitable for Prince
Dreichels, the Lance Maiden, and their followers,
but they refused to give up.

Following the guidance of a kindly witch, they were
led to a new Great Knight which slumbered on the
outskirts of Heimdallr.

After overcoming a trial, they were able to claim the
Ashen Knight and its power. With it in hand, along with
their many supporters and the army of Prince Lucius,
they marched on the capital for the final time,
eventually making their way to the castle at its center.

Three days later, on the 4th of July, year 952, the
castle vanished from existence and the city was
liberated.

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