The birth of Revaliir began in the stars like so many other worlds. Titans known as Celestials ruled the skies and filled mortal souls with terror and amazement. The Celestials Parvpora and Canelux became the moons and reigned over the skies for all eternity. Now the Celestials are lost to the flow of time and only myths remain. However, your story has yet to begin and where you might end up is entirely up to your imagination. Dare to roam the lands of Revaliir and discover the truth of yourself. What does fate have in store for you? Well, my friend, that is entirely up to you. You can’t conclude a story that you haven’t even started.
Come explore the lands. From the all too perfect streets of Egjora to the mysterious roads of Abed. Danger lurks in every corner if one isn’t too careful. Get lost in the Feeorin Forest but beware the call of the fey. Hear the banshee screams of Koschei Forest from the dark town of Kurayo. Fly airships high into the skies and create your own destiny. One might even get lucky enough to end up next to a deity in the tavern. The possibilities, the stories, the myths… They are endless and entirely up to you.
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by Angela Rose
Posted on Sun Dec 1, 2019 5:13 PM
by Angela Rose
Posted on Fri Nov 29, 2019 2:50 PM
Due to personal issues Gypsy (Porthyrius) has chosen to step down as God of Knowledge and Trickery. She will remain a moderator though!Read More
by Angela Rose
Posted on Sun Nov 10, 2019 6:11 PM
by Angela Rose
Posted on Sun Nov 3, 2019 2:34 PM
Long was the battle against the eldritch pantheon, stretching the limits of mortal and immortal alike. The four battlefields were awash with cries and guttural screams for days as Dagron and Gol-Sleysh - along with their minions - were cut into again and again. Yet no matter how many blasts of light, blades, or mushrooms hit them; no matter how many of their numbers were swallowed by the earth or decimated by giant ents, the tide proved relentless if not seemingly immortal.
The Spotted Lactarius Indigo - a mushroom from native Feeorin - was supposed to be the key to wiping out Dagron and Gol-Sleysh. It cut into those two deeper than other attacks, but with every death they arose anew. Azhizheth, it seemed, would not let them die.
Up in his citadel in Calamity’s Edge, the mastermind behind it all taunted the people of the world. He sent his pets and elite guard to toy with the ill-fated army that had come into his home, and he tried, relentlessly, to turn them against one another. And who could blame him for this arrogance? He had the power of a young world tree at his command in a place where the Voice could not reach. Azhizheth had planned this war for longer than most of the mortals fighting against him had been alive.
But in his pride, the elder being did not see the plan that had been concocted in the jungles of Onnen. Just like during his first attempt to take Revaliir - the same one that had led to the death of Varya - a plant had been discovered. The seeds of that plant were what had been gifted in the endless pouches to defenders, and also what was eventually implanted into several of the Twisted.
Azhizheth wasn’t paying attention. He did not notice the seeds in his soldiers, having been too focused on breaking down the barriers surrounding defender camps. The Voice’s ingredient list for Dalanesca was proving quite effective, more than the invaders expected. The war seemed at a stalemate until suddenly all went still.
To the eyes of people in Calamity’s Edge, the former hellscape suddenly bloomed. Giant Empress Trees, natives to Copts Marsh and an invasive species, began sprouting from the seeds that had been lodged in bigger specimens. The Eye - or, rather, Azhizheth’s body - was surrounded: blanketed in a forest of purple blossoms that had an immediate effect.
Giant Empress Trees, as discovered in some areas of Copts Marsh, had a somnolent effect on Azhizheth himself. This was demonstrated on his reanimators in Onnen, and worked marvelously on the being himself when the trojan forest was erected. The terrible eye that had been watching this horrific battle, that it had started from the beginning, finally closed.
Back in Revaliir proper, the results of this were obvious. Dagron and Gol-Sleysh no longer returned from their mortal wounds, and the Twisted army ceased to move in unison. Azhizheth’s voice had fallen silent, allowing the people he was trying to subjugate to prevail. At last, the World Eaters had been stopped, and the beleaguered forces were allowed to let out a long suppressed cheer of joy.
Yet Calamity’s Edge remained. The Twisted there maintained their consciousness even without the presence of Pride to guide them. They replenished their numbers, guarding the stain of a city that had been their home. Never again would they venture beyond the Void, but their precious treasures remained under guard, watched by a silent eye in the middle of an odd forest.
Azhizheth was put to sleep by Giant Empress Trees whose seeds were in those pouches you guys got. This allowed Dagron and Gol-Sleysh to be vanquished without them reviving and also made the Twisted much easier to kill on Revaliir. Calamity’s Edge remains dangerous, however; so the Twisted are still active even though the place got a lot prettier.
Thank you everyone for making our anniversary event such a success! :3
by Angela Rose
Posted on Fri Oct 18, 2019 8:56 PM
SORRY FOR THIS BEING LATE I WANTED TO WAIT FOR AFTER GOD APPS! THIS IS BRANDON'S EVENT CONCLUSION
As the investigations had begun to wrap up, those that sought out the very knowledge that Nemesis had been looking for himself either reported to him, his representatives or stashed the information away for themselves. His avatar also revealed whatever he gathered and the lord winced as he slowly put the pieces together.
What this incident turned out to be was no mistake in his eyes, but an omen of things starting to unravel in the world of Revaliir. The damned insects and the moons’ turning were apart of a curse that had once been used to ravage the world by entities that were greater than even the Voice itself. The creatures were eventually locked away into the moon Canelux by a few of those entities that still held some sort of remorse for the mortals below, Unfortunately, something went array from when the Eldritch Being had violated the realm with its appearance and unleashed the insects to resume their eons-long mission.
While the rest of Revaliir had suffered less damage from the last invasion, Veda indeed suffered the worse though. It’s own death tolls were great and many that had remained still can hear the sounds of buzzing in their heads. Some of the investigators had located hives beneath its grounds, producing more of the insects. It appeared as though they were preparing just in case imprisonment was tried onto them again. Before long though, these hives would be destroyed one by one until none remained standing. Once that settled down and the attacks lessened down to numbers were the mortals could finish it themselves, the vaewolf went to speak of this news with the other gods.
“It’s not over. The bugs have vanished but the moons haven’t resumed their true colors. Even now, they shine that wicked shade of violet. Something else may be coming sooner than we’d hope for”, he reported seldom. “Our brief guest had caused this, but it's difficult to say whether it was intentional or otherwise.”
To the world, he proclaimed, “Prepare yourselves. Whether you care about your own stakes, those you love or your people, one thing is for certain- dark days are indeed coming for us all!”