EverNoob
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Spoiler Game settings and story comments :
This is a game story from the awesome Fall from Heaven 2 mod.
I used the "Play Now" setting, Large Ice Age map, Immortal difficulty, standard speed.
Unlike my other stories, this one isn't in chronological order. I decided to play most of the game first, then write the story after so it would flow better. The dates in the story do not reflect actualy game turns.
Thanks for reading
[SIZE=+2]Evermore's Ascent[/SIZE]
Table of Contents
Prologue
Savage Land
Doviello Spirit
The Forest
Farewell, Children of Sucellus
Forgotten History of the Bannor
Savage Land
Doviello Spirit
The Forest
Farewell, Children of Sucellus
Forgotten History of the Bannor
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[SIZE=+2]Prologue[/SIZE]
[SIZE=+1]Doviello City State of Mortensholm - Year 339 AV[/SIZE]
[SIZE=+2]Prologue[/SIZE]
[SIZE=+1]Doviello City State of Mortensholm - Year 339 AV[/SIZE]
Emiruk steadily made his way through the dark Temple hallways. Whitish yellow illuminating orbs lined the passageway, embedded into the black granite walls. The Temple at Mortensholm was constructed from the usual black granite favoured by The Veil. Few materials could stand the firestorms that swept regularly through the fields of perdition. Especially here at Mortensholm, where firestorms were almost a daily occurrence.
The city was well known across the Doviello Alliance for its peculiar location. In fact, it was perfectly obvious to everyone that whomever had founded the city could not have chosen a worse location. Mortensholm was right next to a burning desert. Which was why Ritualist Emiruk Strongback had chosen to head the Temple at Mortensholm. Nobody ever bothered traveling to Mortensholm and that suited Emiruk just fine. Plus he liked the view of the burning desert from the Temple anyway.
As was customary, his Savant apprentice Devikk followed closely behind. They both arrived in front of the large iron doors to Emiruk's private library. The Ritualist waited patiently as Devikk shuffled forward to open the door. He struggled with the heavy doors, but they gradually gave way and opened with a loud metallic squeal.
"Devikk, have the doors oiled again" Emiruk remarked. The Savant bowed apologetically to his master, "I'm terribly sorry my lord, but oil has been extremely hard to come by of late. Something about a lack of...source material". Emiruk shrugged, it was unfortunate that Mortensholm was too sparsely populated to provide enough sacrificial victims to produce oil. If the price of solitude and tranquility was a creaky door, then so be it, Emiruk thought.
They both entered his private library. Like every room in the Temple, it had black granite walls and was lavishly furnished. The bookcases were of polished black marble.
- "So where have you put my new tome, Devikk?"
- "It's right by the main desk, Master."
Emiruk walked over the black marble desk, picked it up and examined it carefully. It was an old tome, many hundreds of years old at least. The binding and cover was made of a strange type of leather. Emiruk wondered what the leather was made of from. Too soft to be from nightmare, yet too thick to be from human.
- "Master, if I may ask...where does that tome come from? Does it come from across the Great Sea? I've never seen that type of binding before."
- "No Devikk. In fact it comes from this very land. If I'm not mistaken, it was written in Evermore, a very long time ago."
Devikk stared skeptically at the old tome. "From Evermore, my lord? I've never seen that type of paper before. What is it made out of?"
- "Ahh, I see you've become as curious about lore as I am. The paper is made from trees, possibly from the ancient forest of Evermore itself."
- "Master, I beg forgiveness for my ignorance. What are trees and forest?"
- "Well you see Devikk. In ages past, before the Veil enlightened our continent, the land was covered with this type of plant, called trees. A particularly dense formation of trees was called a forest. Apparently the ancient forest of Evermore sprawled endlessly as far as the eye could see."
Devikk was horrified. "Bloody dagger! How did people ever survive? The forest must've eaten everyone!"
"No no, Devikk. Trees were nothing like our razorweed, they do not feed on blood. Trees were harmless." Emiruk smiled at his Savant's ignorance. It was expected, to be sure. The high clergy of the Veil had rewritten the history of Evermore. Which made his interest in real history a rare, and dangerous, hobby.
Horror turned to deep puzzlement. "Master, I don't understand. I've never heard of these forests during my history lessons. They taught us that Evermore was built by the very first Ritualists on the fields of perdition, not in a forest."
- "That, Devikk, is a load of toad dung. Evermore is the oldest city in all Erebus. It was built by the Elves long before the enlightenment of the Veil."
- "My lord...How could the Svartalfar be involved in the founding of the Veil? It was we who found enlightenment and brought it to the Dark Elves."
- "I'm not referring to the Svartalfar, I speak of the Ljosalfar. They're a clan of elves that lived in Evermore in ages past. They were enslaved and eventually exterminated by Lucian The Fierce, during our glorious rise when the Age of Ice had ended".