The Alaran Update

Okay. I am a Horrible Person. Note the capitals – that’s my language saying how majorly bad a person I am. I haven’t posted in almost two months. In my defense, it wasn’t two months. Just almost. So, I’m sorry. Especially since I promised something special on the twelfth. Of July. Which was last month. But, in my defense again, I have been working on this Alara thing for over a year now. I was due a respite. And I took it. I’ve had a great summer. I’ve created about a thousand magic cards, because that’s just what I do in my spare time. I’ve received a suggestion from an unnamed contributor to create a Wyrmspire themed Magic:The Gathering set. After consideration, I have decided that would be awesome. As soon as I finish my Australian set and my Artifact Tribal set. But anyway, my summer’s winding down, I should probably read The Robe, and things like that. So I’m posting again. Jubilation.

This is it. The post that will change Alara… forever. Okay, it’s not that dramatic. It’s a story update, nothing more. But it’s a pretty eventful story update. Five years have passed in Alara. It’s not just any five years, either. It’s an awesome five years. (Note: I will be posting links to previous articles in case you can’t find the relevance of the tidbit you just read)

823 A.F., the “present day” of the Alara of yore, has now become 828 A.F.

What’s happened in between, you ask?

823 A.F. – Toward the end of the year, Selvern (city of the Satyrs, if you remember) is burned to the ground. It’s unknown where the blaze began, but it made quick work of a city that is, for the most part, tree. The Satyr wizards are strangely powerless to stop it, and the entire city burns. Rumors abound as to the start of the fire: was it the Alliance attempting to weaken their enemies, or perhaps the Twelve providing “motivation” for the Satyrs to go to war against the Alliance? It’s unknown.

824 A.F. – Benedict IV announces his heir. The city waits with bated breath. Turns out – it’s his daughter. Keara Lynn Dargonne is the next in line for the throne. This is met with mixed reaction. The council is equally split between wanting to stab Benedict in the face for spitting on tradition, and giggling at the people who are outraged. Benedict’s youngest son, Randolph Thaddeus Dargonne, comes out of the closet. He begins hanging around with a minotaur sailor named Jurek. Adrian Benedict Dargonne, the expected and expectant heir, disappears completely. Keara continues adventuring, entirely ignoring the edict. (More on Wyrmspire’s Royal Family)

Elder Kharat Karandul of the Dwarven Council of Elders in Wyrmspire dies, and before he manages to push through legislation declaring wind dwarves not dwarves. (Click here for the whole story.) Karag Narath, a wind dwarf, becomes the new member. The Council of Elders becomes infinitely more liberal.

In the Wastes, the city of Tugél Vas decides that it’s had bloody well enough with the way things are going for it. Tugél Vas begins extending the hand of diplomacy to whoever it wishes – i.e., all of its enemies at the same time. It’s unknown how this is going to work out for it. Meanwhile, the Hundrites, fanatical skeleton worshipers of Black Hundriss, continue to grow in power.

Benedict IV begins, in secret, negotiations with a foreign power know as the Arak. This leaks out, and the council is outraged. Eventually, however, they agree to continue the negotiations Benedict began.

825 A.F. – The Twelve move their armies closer to the lands of the Alliance, establishing the military outpost of Turas. This makes the entire Alliance very uneasy.

Several small kingdoms decide to break their allegiance with Wyrmspire, though maintaining their loyalty to the Alliance. It’s unknown why this matters, but they appear to take it very seriously.

Thaddeus Irongate, High Baron of Irongate, decides to use this to take issue with the liberal king of Wyrmspire, who he’s never really liked. He declares the dwarven kingdom “at odds” with Wyrmspire. No one really knows what that means. What is known is that Thaddeus begins being much nastier to Benedict at council meetings.

Prince Adrian Benedict Dargonne shows up in Wyrmspire again, making peace with his family and agreeing to stay near even if he doesn’t have the throne. This may seem all well and fine, but rumors say that he’s secretly an agent of the twelve.

In the Wastes, Ihirin the Just, leader of Citadel Gishnath, is assassinated. Lord Vaethil the Game, a crippled and decrepit Asilin, is appointed in his place. Lord Vaethil is a classist, though ironically he doesn’t distinguish much between Asilin and Humans. Gishnath becomes a stratified, class-based city, with a system of nobles on top and everyone else in the metaphorical mud.

Tugél Vas makes an alliance of convenience with Citadel Zarathas, and the two begin waging war on everything in sight, in the knowledge that as soon as everything else is wiped out they’ll go at each other’s throats.

Negotiations with the Arak nation continue, and a trade route is opened up between the Alliance and the Arak. Though their location was previously kept a secret from most even on the council, the Arak nation apparently lies in the far west. Sentinel Watch, an island in the west of the Cloudsea, is used as an in-between point.

826 A.F. – Surviving Satyrs begin to rebuild the ruins of their city, naming it New Selvern. These Satyrs are part of a political group that considers the Twelve responsible for Selvern’s burning, and break their alliance, though many vengeant Satyrs have at this point joined the Twelve’s armies, and are stationed in Turas. Diplomatic mumbo-jumbo begins, with the Twelve attempting to get New Selvern back and the Alliance attempting to make a new ally. New Selvern maintains its neutrality, becoming a veritable Switzerland in the middle of the Civilized Lands.

The Dwarves of Below figure out a way to contact the dwarves of New Below: they weave a strong rope, uncountable miles long (actually, they’ve counted it, but the figure is confidential, they don’t want people to figure things out), attach a bit of rock with “if you can read this, tug thrice” and “p.s. no demons or things with many arms” etched on it to the rope, attach one end of the rope to a building, and drop the other end. Sure enough, after a few days, a tug comes. They begin communicating.

Proxy wars between various small states begin. Wyrmspire and Turas send their various armies in to intervene.

The Hundrites establish Citadel Hundriss in the Wastes, a monument to their increasing power. As a monument to their increasing insanity, the citadel is also completely movable. It flies around the Wastes and they kill things.

Trades and negotiations continue between the Alliance and the Arak nation.

827 A.F. – Thulin Thunderboot sends word from Swelterholm, two years after he’s declared dead. While exploring the ruins there, he discovered a stone tablet with an odd truth etched in it: There was no Ulëndras. He was a fictional character created by Dräsilith around the year 800 E.F. in order to stabilize his rule. It’s unknown what Dräsilith was, but he certainly wasn’t a Royal Dragon. The entire history of humanity from 800 E.F. backwards was fabricated. The tablet that referred to this was proved true by a little-known sigil used by the Dragonkings of the late A.F. period. It’s unknown how the Dragonkings came about if there were no Royal Dragons.

This discovery causes craaazy hubamajub. Imagine figuring out that your entire history was false. Not a good trip. Everyone starts arguing, attempting to get more research done on this. In the midst of this, Denedius Argyle, father of Benedict IV’s wife Queen Katalina Dargonne, manages to fenagle in a questioning of Benedict’s claim to the throne. This makes no sense, as Benedict is not connected in any way with Ulëndras or Dräsilith, but in the wake of the revelation the populace generally distrusts royalty, and Benedict had attempted to form an alliance with the Arak in secret, so the council convenes to discuss things.

The Council manages to force Benedict IV off the throne, and he goes into self-imposed exile working with the Grey Dawn. The issue the council faces is who to put in Benedict’s place: Denedius Argyle is old and his name is silly, Queen Katalina is biased towards Benedict, Prince Adrian might be a traitor, and Prince Randolph has a minotaur lover. The Council decides on putting Princess Keara, most apathetic of the various royals, in charge. The royalty thing being thrown in question, she is for the moment known as Magistrate Keara Lynn Dargonne.

Meanwhile in the Wastes, the Crows break out in war over the dual identity of their Sighted One. It’s a rather hectic war, as the only dividing line is philosophy, and seriously, have you ever tried to fight a war over philosophy? No one knows what’s going on.

The Council finally decides on a full alliance with the Arak nation, and announces its agreement to the populace. Reactions are mixed, as though the Arak diplomat is incredibly eloquent and highly sophisticated, his form is twisted and strange. It’s soon discovered, after a series of traders from Arak arrive in Wyrmspire, that all of his race are like this: sophisticated, but with rather harsh voices and forms. This strange race calls themselves the Uth. (Hint: picture mercantile orcs. Haha, I found a way to get orcs into alara without having them be barbaric motherfluffers.)

828 A.F. – It turns out Benedict was keeping a bit of peace after all. A small war breaks out in the mountains near New Selvern between the nations of Arrowswift and Dagurn. Arrowswift is an ancient and noble nation who has traditionally had ties to the throne (often providing spouses for kings), and Dagurn is a place whose royal lineage has had occasional ties to necromancy. Obviously, in the craze of anti-royalness, the Council ends up siding with Dagurn. The Twelve side with Arrowswift in response, further blurring every line ever. Things go batshit, though it’s not full-on the Fifth Imperial War… yet.

The street violence between Clan Axebreaker and Clan Lakedeath in the Dwarven Quarter escalates. It becomes unsafe to walk the streets of the Dwarven Quarter, so the wind dwarves begin building sky tunnels, large walkways above the street. This is odd for traditionally underground creatures, but it works. Of course, the street dwarves immediately begin blowing the skytunnels up. Things continue.

In the Wastes, the Zantith necromancers do an amazing thing. The underground city of Aux Azalia rises – it enters the world as a gigantic dirty megalith. Things go even crazier in the Wastes, as the Zantith begin fighting for real. Turns out, there’s more of them than anyone considered possible, perhaps about half as many as the Asilin – but they’re all on the same side.

The Uth of Arak and the Humans of the Alliance continue to intermingle, with some humans leaving for the land of the Arak and some Uth living in Wyrmspire or Below.


So, that’s what’s going on. Expect a post on the Arak nation sometime soon, and perhaps a character bio of Benedict, ’cause I really like him. Comments would be appreciated on whatever you consider delicious — or conversely, not. Oh, and the reason for the human history retcon is that I realized that having upwards of four thousand years all plotted out perfectly is really boring. I mean, what would happen if I needed some ancient empire for a campaign and couldn’t use the mega one? Would it be even older than that? That’d be silly. Anyway, see you next post.


  1. Pieboy said,

    August 24, 2008 at 11:39 am

    That was a whole hell of a lot of proper nouns.

    This is cool, though. I’m really looking forward to a post on the Arak if only because I want to see how you’re going to pull off urbane, civilized goblinoids.

  2. November 22, 2008 at 12:44 am

    Excellent content and style…keep up the good work!

  3. December 19, 2008 at 2:41 pm

    […] history may be mostly fabrication up until E.F. 800, as is the human history (a discovery made by Thulin Thunderboot in A.F. 827.) The elves insist it’s true, but we don’t really pay attention to […]

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