Avenel

The monarchy of Avenel was founded on the tenth day of April 1008. Born in the city of Chateau Saffalore in the western half of the continent she will face an uphill battle against the undead and monsters that roamed the area. Avenel only lasted a week before their capital was driven rogue by hordes of attacking monsters, and the colony lost.

History

The Long Journey

*From the Memoirs of Rev Athins*

Allow me to introduce myself, I am Sir Rev Athins, former knight of both Ikalak and Madina, and now King of Avenel. Avenel was once just a dream. But as you might know, sometimes dreams come true. The dream came with the announcement of both good and bad news.

Ikalak had once been a great, the most powerful realm on the SEI. But then Moonglum II betrayed us. We found ourselves then fighting for our survival. We fought bravely, and many waves of enemies smashed upon the walls of Ikalak city and Korlok, Korlok fell, but was retaken. It was around this time that the news came.

The Oracles proclaimed it was a message from the Gods. They prophesied that the South East Island would sink into the crushing blue oblivion of the ocean. Many of us did not believe them, but it was not long before the evidence was too much to refute. Soon all the peoples of the South-East Island were stranded in Ikalak city, the only place on the island not under water. The Great White City is now gone, and my eyes tear for they will never again see her beauty.

Around the same time as the oracles prophecies, a rumor began to spread. It came first from a few sailors, but it was not long before the entire island knew of it. A new land in the west, a vast wild uncivilised land, ready for the taking. It was upon hearing these rumors that I first began to dream. Could it be possible? Could I a young inexperience noble possibly start my own realm in these new lands? It would be a realm where the young could be the wise, where the inexperienced could be the experts, where the common noble could be a leader. I announced to my fellow Iklakians of the time my dream, and gained a few followers. So far none of these original followers have made it to Avenel, but Sir Scipio's sister Lady Metis has.

The time finally, after having been stranded in Ikalak city for a couple months watching the water rise higher each day, I found a ship captain who knew the way to these new lands and would take me to this new land, this Dwilight as it came to be named. I arrived in an already established realm on a southern island of the continent, a realm known as Madina. I began to talk with the leader of this realm, a man named Grand Doge Abbot. He agreed to aid me, and I began to recruit followers. I gained four, making our numbers five in total. But things went sour. There had been a mis-communication between myself and the Grand Doge and the land on which I had wished to found my realm, a city to the north west known as Paisly accessible by trade route from Madina city, had been promised to another. I lost most of my followers to this "other" dream, but I did not give up.

I again recruited members, and our ranks swelled to thirteen. Sir Milmice, a brave man, set out to the uncharted lands of the west to scout out a place where we could settle. We recruited up, gaining soldiers to aid in out take over of a city. It was tough as there were few men able or willing to fight in Madina. Adversity continued as well. I lost my first TO unit of thirty five men to a mass of walking dead. But this little snag did not upset our dream.

Sir Milmice's scoutings were always dreary. The west was plagued with the walking dead and all other manners of foul creatures. But he came across a city, known as Chateau Saffalore, that would work for the founding of our realm. It was only a few days march north from the already settled Paisly, thus easily accessible. The area was also clear of monsters and undead. Luck came through again as well. A large number of men appeared in the recruitment centers of Madina. I recruited all of them, totaling forty men in total, and set out for our rally point of Paisly. While on the way I held a vote for the name of our new realm, and what type of government we would be. Monarchy barely won as our form of government, and the name Avenel was almost unopposed.

During my voyage north to Paisly, another sang ensnared us. My scribe brought me a copy of the newspaper, The Dwilight Daily, which told of the relocation of a colony located in the city of Eidlub to Golden Farrow, a city which we had laid claim to. I began talks with the leader of this colony, which later became known as Caerwy, a Lady Delia. We hashed out what the borders for our two realms would be, and once again everything was fine. I arrived in Paisly and started my march north to the Chateau.

While on our way Paisly split from Madina and formed the realm of Melodia, and we lost one of our numbers to this new realm. When we arrived into the area surrounding the Chateau we found that the undead and monsters had moved into the area since our last scouting of it. We all tried to evade them, but some of us were caught. I was one of them, and my forty men take over unit was mostly destroyed, within sight of the Chateau. We lost about a third of our forces this way. Luckily for us Sir Geron had a thirty eight man unit which was just 3 more men than we needed for the take over. He began the take over when he arrived in the Chateau, and in two days we brought he under our control. The dream was finally realized, we were a realm. But, our journey was still not over.

Religion

• The Cult of Blissful Dementia - Not yet founded.