Anaris Family/Delvin's Story

I arrived in Itorunt on the East Continent on 14 Feb, 2004. They were, at the time, at war with Ibladesh, and the war was not going well. Having heard from my cousin Ariana about the near-fall of Ikalak on the South-West Island, and how traumatic it had been, I resolved not to be caught in a dying realm, and left for the New World on the first of April.

There, I joined the realm of Melhed, which was having its own troubles. The ruler was Rubeus the Mad, who was destroying the realm with his insane policies and lack of care for the normal running of things. One of his policies was to have his fellow council members assassinated as frequently as possible, to make sure they were strong. Before too long, a rebellion was organized to oust Rubeus and replace him with someone who could actually help restore Melhed to some semblance of normalcy. Unfortunately, the man who replaced him was a member of a close-knit group determined to keep the power in the realm among their number. It was also around this time that Enweil began its crusade to force all realms on Beluaterra to adopt more democratic forms of government. There was some fighting, but Melhed knew it stood no chance against the juggernaut that was Enweil's military force, and capitulated. After a time, though, I became disillusioned with the leadership of Melhed. Along with several others, I decided to strike out for the southern lands, which were as yet unclaimed after the devastation of the First Invasion destroyed the realms that had occupied them. The plan was to take Irombro and move in on Eno, the largest, richest city on the continent.

When we reached the southern islands, however, we found another colony expedition already there, this one from Fronen. They were composed primarily of former Riombarans, whose realm had been destroyed in the invasion, after being crippled by treachery, and who had taken refuge in their close ally Fronen. Some of the other members of the expedition, seeing that they had little chance of founding a viable realm where they had hoped to, with all the competition around them, turned back, but I and a few others stayed. We were glad to help them carve out their restored realm here on the islands.

With the help of the History of Riombara, begun by Tan o'Kammar, I recall that we took Rines, then moved south to the mainland to take Irombro. Luz de Bia, which held all the lands west of the river, and from Grehk on west north of the mountains, was not happy about this, as they had claimed those lands as their own. However, at the time, they were not willing to pursue the issue to the point of open war. I do recall there being some treaty signed, which partitioned the lands of the Southeast in the manner in which they were then distributed: Riombara held Ardmore, Rii, Rueffilo, and Irombro, while Luz de Bia held Cagamir, Bolkenia, Eno, and, again, all west of the river. The treaty was signed under the threat of losing all that we held there to Luz de Bia's then-much-more-powerful military, and we could not risk a war against them at the time.

No, the first war I fought in in Riombara was in aid of our ally Fronen, against Mesh. Most of our army marched north to aid them, and we fought well. At some point during the war, though, our General was, I think, captured: I can no longer recall the specifics. A new General was needed, and it had to be someone who was in the area and familiar with the plans we were already following. I was chosen to be the new General.

Mesh was driven back, and Fronen thanked us for our help as we returned home. It was not long after, though, that our beloved ruler, Tan o'Kammar, fell gravely ill and was no longer able to perform his duties. RyanB was elected our new ruler. Sometime around then or soon after, we found that the size and frequency of the groups of undead spawning around us were increasing. We fought as best we could, but we were soon beginning to be overwhelmed. It was clear that this was the Second Invasion. The painful decision was made to let Rines go rogue so as to be able to feed our other regions—and this turned out to be a very dangerous decision, as the city once more lived up to its nickname "The Dark City," spawning many more undead than it had before.

During this time, I had moved from being the Baron of Rii, to being the Marquis of Rueffilo, to finally being granted the great honour of being the Duke of Irombro. I cannot recall exactly when each of these promotions occurred, but I do know that I was Duke of Irombro during the depths of the Second Invasion. Things started to become dire when the undead took Ardmore, cutting my city off from the rest of the realm. I sat in my tower at the highest point of the city, looking out over the lands around, often with my friend Rasputin Dolohov, who was then the Marquis of Rueffilo, for company.

But then Rueffilo was lost, and so was Rii. My people were starving. The undead covered the lands all around Irombro. And then at last, they breached the gates and flooded into the city, slaughtering its citizens. Still I did not give up on them; still I stayed, until there was truly nothing more to be done, and the undead controlled the city totally. At last, though, I knew I had to come back to the rest of Riombara—both because my city was lost, and because Prime Minister RyanB had disappeared without a trace. As I returned to Athol Margos, I was elected Prime Minister of Riombara. The date was the twenty-ninth of April, 1005.

Once I returned to Athol Margos, there was little that we could do. The undead surrounded us, and we only held the capital and its two adjoining lands, Cjelegy and Avengmil. We could only sit behind the walls of the city and hope to defend ourselves against the hordes that occasionally threw themselves at our walls. The hordes were still growing, though, until one day we sighted something on the southern horizon that made us all quail: an army of undead well over 2000 strong, traveling as a single unit. We called it "The Gray Lake," for when it was all assembled on the plains of Cjelegy, it appeared indeed as a lake. The Gray Lake marched back and forth across our lands, and finally the remaining peasants of Cjelegy could stand it no longer and declared that they were no longer a part of Riombara. For many days—it may even have been weeks—we lived in fear of the Gray Lake assaulting our city, for we feared we would not be able to stand before it.

Before it could attack us, though, we saw something remarkable starting to happen: little by little, some of the undead soldiers making it up were turning to dust. When it finally turned east and struck the walls of Athol Margos, it was weak enough that we were able to drive it off, though we could not yet destroy it utterly. This marked the turning point, and before very much longer, all the hordes had weakened, and we were able to venture outside our city and begin reclaiming our lands.

This was a relatively swift process, as they were all quite grateful to be under our protection once more.