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OOC: https://www.rpnation.com/threads/the-light-of-aiaran-ooc.331709/
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Long before the most recent invasion of the Devan into the world of Arnos the Kingdom of Arnesta inhabits was far from always peaceful. Compared to it's most recent state before the escape of the Devan Arnesta and the rest of the world was at nigh constant war with the Devan. Life was hard for all of the inhabitants of the land. It was just as possible to fall into a puddle while walking as it was to be snatched up by a monster and never seen again.
Most never left the cities, heavily fortified structures strategically placed and defended as best as possible against a menace with seemingly unending numbers. The Arnosians' fought on for hundreds of years just for survival, their numbers dwindling on a daily basis. Before long they would face extinction if nothing was done. That was when the Goddess Aiaran appeared.
To everyone she appeared as simply a normal woman with blonde hair and a white cloak in a brilliant ray of light amidst a wartorn field with a battle raging on. Her power however was all but simple. Any Devan caught in the light she had appeared in were instantly vaporized, rendered to naught but ash. Her initial entrance wasn't the only damage she would do the Devan this day by far. The rest of the army attacking soon met the same fate as the others, their attacks seeming to do little more than scratch her at best.
Within a matter of moments the entire battlefield was eerily silent, the Arnosian's dead silent as they stared upon the woman who would reveal herself as Aiaran, the deity they would soon worship. She bestowed powerful and mighty magic to the troops near her, enhancing their combat capabilities far above the norm. That done she disappeared, her journey continuing around the world as she decimated the Devan troops left and right and gave the people of the realm powers to fight back.
Scales tilted in their favor she retreated into solitude as fast as she had appeared, watching from afar how the race she had chosen to save fared with their new strength. Rather than sitting around doing nothing or attacking each other they fought back more fiercely than they ever had. In the end they won the war, not without causalities by far of course, by they won. With the help of their new Goddess they sealed off the realm of the Devan from their own, this was meant to make it so they would never return.
Aiaran would then tell them their name as well as dub the people whom she had given her powers her Champions, warriors meant to fight against the Devan should they ever return or find ways to escape as well as to hunt down any that remained in the world. As long as they promised to essentially worship her as the deity she was, she vowed to never let their world fall into chaos again.
And so she didn't, aside from the occasional Devan slipping through the cracks or the Champions having to hunt down those that remained now began the era of peace. Aiaran would then retire to her realm, something of a pocket dimension just between the realm Arnos inhabited, to monitor her new world. The Arnosians would then begin rebuilding and repairing their civilization, and after some time beginning research to advance further in technology than they ever could of dreamed of before.
Most never left the cities, heavily fortified structures strategically placed and defended as best as possible against a menace with seemingly unending numbers. The Arnosians' fought on for hundreds of years just for survival, their numbers dwindling on a daily basis. Before long they would face extinction if nothing was done. That was when the Goddess Aiaran appeared.
To everyone she appeared as simply a normal woman with blonde hair and a white cloak in a brilliant ray of light amidst a wartorn field with a battle raging on. Her power however was all but simple. Any Devan caught in the light she had appeared in were instantly vaporized, rendered to naught but ash. Her initial entrance wasn't the only damage she would do the Devan this day by far. The rest of the army attacking soon met the same fate as the others, their attacks seeming to do little more than scratch her at best.
Within a matter of moments the entire battlefield was eerily silent, the Arnosian's dead silent as they stared upon the woman who would reveal herself as Aiaran, the deity they would soon worship. She bestowed powerful and mighty magic to the troops near her, enhancing their combat capabilities far above the norm. That done she disappeared, her journey continuing around the world as she decimated the Devan troops left and right and gave the people of the realm powers to fight back.
Scales tilted in their favor she retreated into solitude as fast as she had appeared, watching from afar how the race she had chosen to save fared with their new strength. Rather than sitting around doing nothing or attacking each other they fought back more fiercely than they ever had. In the end they won the war, not without causalities by far of course, by they won. With the help of their new Goddess they sealed off the realm of the Devan from their own, this was meant to make it so they would never return.
Aiaran would then tell them their name as well as dub the people whom she had given her powers her Champions, warriors meant to fight against the Devan should they ever return or find ways to escape as well as to hunt down any that remained in the world. As long as they promised to essentially worship her as the deity she was, she vowed to never let their world fall into chaos again.
And so she didn't, aside from the occasional Devan slipping through the cracks or the Champions having to hunt down those that remained now began the era of peace. Aiaran would then retire to her realm, something of a pocket dimension just between the realm Arnos inhabited, to monitor her new world. The Arnosians would then begin rebuilding and repairing their civilization, and after some time beginning research to advance further in technology than they ever could of dreamed of before.
The Devan make up a plethora of different hostile entities not natural to the world of Arnos, at-least, not natural for quite some time. In the beginning the world of Arnos was in a constant state of war amongst the different tribe of Devan. Essentially there was no civilization, no governing bodies, nothing. Eventually the Devan would evolve out of their constant blood thirsty nature and begin civilization of their own. Though some chose to continue their path of constant bloodshed even with their sentience many gained sentience and took the path of knowledge and civilization.
Towns were built, magic learned, and technology developed. This technology and weaponry, ultimately, was used for law enforcement and enforcement against what the sentient Devan dubbed as 'Ferals'. Ferals were the Devan who typically killed whatever they could get their grubby hands on whenever they could. As long as it was smaller than them and possible to be killed it would be cut into ribbons as some form of proverbial never-ending food chain; only the kills were rarely if ever for food.
Of course, the Devan themselves were a race of war with or without their sentience. Only now instead of pointlessly fighting others they relished in the combat of fighting their feral brethren and ancestors. To fight the Feral was considered an honorable undertaking in a tribal sense. The more Feral kills under your belt the more respected and of higher status you were. Some great Feral Hunters lived on to rule entire small cities of Devan.
To die in combat gloriously usually meant the immortalization of the Devan in question if they were of any real significance. Often Feral Hunters of note would fight each other in planned death-matches to further their stats as well as prove they were worth their merit.
Essentially things continued as this for quite some time, the Devan colonizing the vast majority of Arnos' surface. Their technology, while slowly advancing, was well enough to essentially have electricity and decent weaponry. Life was, in the case of themselves, good. All of this would soon change as a God older than Aiaran would take interest in the planet itself, or rather what it could be should the Devan not be there.
Essentially the God, named as Vinerax in Devan texts, believed that the planet needed a better purpose than to be home to a civilization that was ultimately going no where at all and knew nothing but death and killing. And so, with a simple gesture of his hand, Vinerax sealed the Devan in an alternate dimension. This dimension looked much like the Arnos they knew, but it was also different; they knew this much. In certain places they were able to see their old home being repaired, ashen lands being replaced with greenery, rivers, lakes, animals of all kinds.
Lastly Vinerax would inhabit the land with a plethora of races much like the original Arnos had, though these were far less monstrous than the Devan for the most part. Humans, Elves, all kinds of creatures. There he finished his work and moved on to the next planet of interest, allowing the races he placed to do what they wished with the land. Of course this infuriated the Devan. In an instant their home had been taken from them and given to beings who didn't share their ways in the slightest.
Rather than the fields immediately running red with blood they opted to help each other survive and build. The sheer fact they weren't fighting the Devan couldn't wrap their head around. Though, they knew one thing; One day they would break free of their imprisonment and take back their lands by force even if it took hundreds upon thousands of years to do so.
Towns were built, magic learned, and technology developed. This technology and weaponry, ultimately, was used for law enforcement and enforcement against what the sentient Devan dubbed as 'Ferals'. Ferals were the Devan who typically killed whatever they could get their grubby hands on whenever they could. As long as it was smaller than them and possible to be killed it would be cut into ribbons as some form of proverbial never-ending food chain; only the kills were rarely if ever for food.
Of course, the Devan themselves were a race of war with or without their sentience. Only now instead of pointlessly fighting others they relished in the combat of fighting their feral brethren and ancestors. To fight the Feral was considered an honorable undertaking in a tribal sense. The more Feral kills under your belt the more respected and of higher status you were. Some great Feral Hunters lived on to rule entire small cities of Devan.
To die in combat gloriously usually meant the immortalization of the Devan in question if they were of any real significance. Often Feral Hunters of note would fight each other in planned death-matches to further their stats as well as prove they were worth their merit.
Essentially things continued as this for quite some time, the Devan colonizing the vast majority of Arnos' surface. Their technology, while slowly advancing, was well enough to essentially have electricity and decent weaponry. Life was, in the case of themselves, good. All of this would soon change as a God older than Aiaran would take interest in the planet itself, or rather what it could be should the Devan not be there.
Essentially the God, named as Vinerax in Devan texts, believed that the planet needed a better purpose than to be home to a civilization that was ultimately going no where at all and knew nothing but death and killing. And so, with a simple gesture of his hand, Vinerax sealed the Devan in an alternate dimension. This dimension looked much like the Arnos they knew, but it was also different; they knew this much. In certain places they were able to see their old home being repaired, ashen lands being replaced with greenery, rivers, lakes, animals of all kinds.
Lastly Vinerax would inhabit the land with a plethora of races much like the original Arnos had, though these were far less monstrous than the Devan for the most part. Humans, Elves, all kinds of creatures. There he finished his work and moved on to the next planet of interest, allowing the races he placed to do what they wished with the land. Of course this infuriated the Devan. In an instant their home had been taken from them and given to beings who didn't share their ways in the slightest.
Rather than the fields immediately running red with blood they opted to help each other survive and build. The sheer fact they weren't fighting the Devan couldn't wrap their head around. Though, they knew one thing; One day they would break free of their imprisonment and take back their lands by force even if it took hundreds upon thousands of years to do so.
Devan describes any creature from the realm of Devos. Most of the time they are creatures the size of your average human up to 10 ft in height. A key note of all of the Devan that take on more humanoid appearances are horns and/or a tail, if their appearance isn't already a bit more obvious than that.
Other Devan range from creatures such a imp's in appearance to gigantic worm creatures that pop out of the ground and grab the unsuspecting person.
Other Devan range from creatures such a imp's in appearance to gigantic worm creatures that pop out of the ground and grab the unsuspecting person.
The Devan Resistance is a group formed shortly before the Devan managed to escape and ravage the land lead by Lu, a powerful humanoid Devan that was against all out war. While, she shared the Devan's views on hating the humans to a degree, she didn't believe total eradication was the best idea. Now, sure, they had taken their home. However they had also made it much, much better than it used to be. New technology, better civilization as a whole, much better and different foods.
Essentially the benefits of keeping them alive and instead finding a way to enslave them outweighed crushing them like ants for what would essentially be a few brief moments of fun. On a whole, most of the Devan disagreed with her and the group, outcast them, and even on many occasions tried to kill them. Once all hell broke loose this prompted the group to start fighting the Devan head on amongst the rest of the Aiaran's. Though they didn't directly seek them out to offer aid, they did so anyway; often getting caught in the cross-fire of battle.
An enigma to the Aiaran as to why they're even fighting their own kind not much is known, and for the most part they're killed on sight for simply being a Devan.
Essentially the benefits of keeping them alive and instead finding a way to enslave them outweighed crushing them like ants for what would essentially be a few brief moments of fun. On a whole, most of the Devan disagreed with her and the group, outcast them, and even on many occasions tried to kill them. Once all hell broke loose this prompted the group to start fighting the Devan head on amongst the rest of the Aiaran's. Though they didn't directly seek them out to offer aid, they did so anyway; often getting caught in the cross-fire of battle.
An enigma to the Aiaran as to why they're even fighting their own kind not much is known, and for the most part they're killed on sight for simply being a Devan.
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