"My Kingdom collapsed, the land barren, and the people gone. I have endured and eventually, I shall strive. I will bring life to the withered, water to the thirsty, and settlers to the oasis. We. Shall. Prevail."
- Unknown, presumed to be from one of the Dead Continents
It is a commonly held belief, by Fancierians and foreigners alike, that Fancieria cannot fall to outside forces. It must be taken down from the inside to raise the gates for invaders. The task is regarded as nigh impossible due to the setup and location of the main Fancierian city. This belief makes the betrayal of House Skulan so much more daring, unbelievable, and unforgivable.
For the longest time, Skulan warriors remained the staunchest allies of the Royal House Vergence and held the dual loyalty to the High Lord and to the throne. House Skulan remained a vital force that kept the internal peace, through the task forces and security provided. However, that trust and loyalty was turned aside for promises of leadership and power. Centuries of loyalty were overturned by a greedy Lady of the House and an equally corrupt membership. This horrific betrayal nearly sparked the end of a sovereign Fancieria, to fully examine the event deemed as the “High Court Rebellion” we must travel back to the causes, a full eighteen years ago when the now deceased, High Lord Xander, was crowned and assumed full state control.
Heir Xander took the throne at age 28, when his father, High Lord William finally succumbed to a chronic condition that affected his breathing. It was known for some time that William’s condition was weakening and consultation with his memory stone affirms the knowledge that even he knew he would expire soon. This left Xander to inherit the entirety of Fancieria with his Consort, Lady Catherine Rels of Ethua, a second daughter of the High House Rels (At this point, Fancieria had opened themselves to limited foreign contact. It was one of the few brilliant moves that William had arranged, giving Xander’s hand away to a foreigner.)
During the casual turmoil associated with a new monarch commanding control, Lady of the House, Lady Lyx offered her services to High Lord Xander, with the intent to join his privy council. It’s assumed that this offer was extended to further political standings and to quash power struggles that Lady Lyx was combatting at the time. This not being clear, High Lord Xander gladly accepted because Lady Lyx was considered a respectable and clear minded noble with sensible views.
Along with her accepted offer, Lord Commander Cedric von None, and Lord of the House Declan vun Calfore, also ascended to the High Council. Suitable evidence has been brought to light, showing the manipulation of Lady Lyx while on the High Council. It’s believed that her influence tainted many of the High Lord’s decisions, while making her a clear leader on the Council, balanced only by the Lord Commander who had little time for such games as the Jafral Empire had chosen this season to harass the aboveland citadels.
Looking back on such events, the timing provides a clear conclusion that belies any hope of a coincidence that Lyx’s power conveniently rose when Jafral attacked. Correspondence found hidden away in desk drawers after Lyx’s exile supports this theory quite concisely.
Her growing power only matched by her unwavering ambition, it’s believed that after many years of being on the Council, that she now desired a higher position, which, the only obtainable higher position would be Consort of the High Lord. Around this time, now 14 years ago, Consort Catherine fell grievously ill and eventually perished due to assumed complications of the heart. In a rare moment of clear headedness, Xander sent off his son to be trained in the Fancierian Guard while he was forced into another marriage. The fact that very few words were sent to High House Rels, regarding their deceased daughter, severely damaged relations with Ethua that are just now being repaired.
Communication with the memory stone of Xander drives the suspected point home, theirs was a loveless marriage in which his power was whittled away as he became a puppet. During this time, his drug addiction was made public knowledge when palace servants leaked it. This undermined the trust placed in the High Lord and by extent, Fancieria.
In effect, Xander was powerless, but not mindless. Further discourse with the memory stone have shown that near the end of his reign, he managed to nearly stifle his addiction and enjoyed a more lucid state, more often. Lady Lyx, now fearing this possible threat, had to speed up her timeline and geared her House for war.
Sending the Guard into a weakened state and recalling the Lord Commander to an emergency High Council meeting, Lyx struck. Quickly moving against the Council, she slew all the members, including the High Lord with the assistance of the Skulan guards who patrolled the halls. Jafral was also let in through one of the citadel gates, in which they were barely beat off by the combined efforts of the adopted daughter of the Lord Commander, his unspoken heir, and the Heir Kayden von Vergence.
This nearly resulted in the annihilation of the Guard but the threat was successfully contained and the pair rushed into the Council chambers, to find Lyx lurking over the dead corpses. Battling their way in, they managed to halt and arrest her, drawing upon Vergence troops and a few Guard squads.
The foreseeable threat that was Lady of the House Lyx, was over. Acting swiftly, she and other traitors to the throne were summarily exiled into the dark caverns, an unmapped portion of Fancieria. One of the greatest fears of a Fancierian is to be forgotten. They follow the actions of the past with an almost religious fervor, treasuring all knowledge as it will guide them into the future. So their names were stricken from all records. The name of Lyx abolished and Skulan disbanded. Loyal survivors were taken into the other Houses as their ignorance was not to be blamed.
Following these disastrous events, the newly crowned Kayden faced tremendous challenge as he fought to rekindle the trust that was shaken in the throne and to rebuild the Fancierian Guard that was so utterly depleted in the near overthrow of the Fancierian City-State.
Hardly three years later, this event dubbed the “High Court Rebellion” still minorly influences actions but has largely been overcome due to the termity and dedication of High Lord Kayden and Lord Commander Aryn. The now six Houses of Fancieria move forward in united plans to create a stable and thriving Fancieria, while opening up the workings of their Houses to the High Lord as to promote clear and honest relations.
In the end, Lady Lyx serves as a open reminder to remain firm and unwavering, to dedicate oneself to the defense of an ideal. A reminder to try harder when attempting to defeat a Fancierian.
-An account composed by Calmen Fell, supplemented by the High Lord of Fancieria.
I've combined the Fantasia city-state of Caliphate with the Nessapian nation of Pre Trium. Both were rich in lore that made more sense together.
As a result, they shall be known as the Sultanate of Pre Trium, ruled by his holiness, the Sultan, invested with the authority and power of the godsforged Celestial Throne which rests in the City of Closed Shadows, Caliphate.
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“Do you forget the rest of the legend? When strifes plague the world. Rivers that flow red and barren fields, shall one be born of the Eldest gods, imbued with them they shall purify and restore.” Architect says, disappointment lacing his voice. “The Gods are aware of your goals. The last one prevented your ancestor and this one shall as well.”
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“The legends does not say which side she will take. She will be taught that I seek to purify and that the old, towering corrupt ways must topple.” He replies.
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Serecar turns away and unleashes a small, rage filled scream. Some of the glassware shatters under the power of it.
“Bastard thinks he can demand such things of me? He’ll get it. For now.” He straightens his collar and opens the door, to the guards stationed outside, he says, “Fetch a maid to clean the mess.”
He walks on, he has a girl to collect.