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The last fell. The final Archon was banished into the void of contemplation. The final Godfall was complete. Macros and Orin stood at the head of an unmatched army, triumphant in their scouring of divinity from this world. They stood with the banners of their people held aloft and their gaze turned to the future. But as the lion looked out over the people’s new dominion and hoped that peace might be the endeavor of their strength, the wolf saw a moment where domination might be their trade. Thus, the Valorians would go from fighting Gods to fighting mortals. Thus, the Valorians fury would be turned to the Tetrarchy. There would be no end to the blood. Not yet.
After the fall of Bulwark, the question of how the Valorians would proceed was not left unanswered for long. A young captain entered the picture and it was her sudden betrayal that would spur the machine of war into action once more. Her name was Captain Rhea, she had been a member of the army that Orin and Macros had led against the Archons, but after the final Godfall she went off into the hills and began raiding Vargul camps, disobeying the orders of Orin and Macros. She was brought before them in chains, but before Orin could act, Macros asked why she was even at fault, “Did the Vargul deserve such lands.” He said, implying such lands were Valorians by right. Macros knew exactly what he was doing, he knew that these words would be as a powder keg to the explosive fury of the Valorians, still drunk on war and victory. They were fueled by hatred of the Tetrarchy. A hatred spawned since their creation. Hatred of them as peoples. Hatred of the Archons even having created another after them. Let alone several. Macros knew this hatred, he shared in it, he understood its power. Rhea was not punished for her actions, and Macros now with a reunited army at his command ordered the Valorians to make war against the Vargul. Thus, began the crusades against the Latter Born.
This sudden turn to war against the Vargul people led to a chain reaction across the other races of Aperion. First the Nyak joined them out of fear for how quickly they had seen the Valorians turn on a race that was not their own. Previously the Nyak had allied with the Valorians to defeat the Archons in the Upheaval, now they had joined the Vargul against their former allies. Next to join them were the Abyssians who saw a great chance for their own conquest and domination, murder and bloodshed are a currency that they understand well, and the battlegrounds of Aperion would be bountiful for them if they could obtain victory. To over throw the Valorians would leave them dominant and free to pursue their doctrine of supremacy. Fickle alliances with other alliances brought those such as the Flameblood into the fold as well. And so, the races of all of Aperion went to war. But the Valorians were war incarnate and carved a bloody path through the united races of the Tetrarchy.
Orin was wary of the possibility that this new war un-shackled, they feared that a great thirsting hunger had awoken in the Valorians, that even as they marched to a new war that hunger would never be sated. It had taken all the strength of the Valorians to defeat the Archons, but the Tetrarchy were mere mortals and were less worthy opponents of those that had come before, how could these lesser foe satiate their troops, how could this not end with brother fighting brother. Macros was unmoved by such concerns, and exalted in the hunting of these new foes. The histories of that conflicts were written by the victors, and Macros ensured that that history looked fondly on the Valorian conquerors regardless of what that truth might be.
The Nyak were starved from their mountains, the Abyssians were slaughtered and their Ex-arch destroyed, the Vargul were crushed in their nests as their Trollucks tried to flee. One by one the races of the Tetrarchy submitted to vassalage beneath the Valorians or retread into exile after a crushing surrender. Orin and Macros beheld the devastation they had wrought, and where the wolf beheld glory, the lion beheld the injustice. Even as Macros assured Orin that the crusades would be remembered as a victory over evil. Orin became committed to preserving the truth of this bloody conflict. So it was that Orin walked forth to preserve that truth within the memory of the Seventh Sanctum.
This war was known as the Valorians as the Unification and after it came a new time of peace and advancement across the new lands the Valorians had won. But the seeds of division that had been planted would never cease to exist even if they were buried deep enough to forget for a time. It was in this time that the foundation of the Valorians society we see today were built. In this golden age the government of the Valorian people was devised on a balanced duality between entropy and preservation. The philosophies of X’vay (SP) and Zassyi (SP Seriously guys) held that the sun was a constant and the moon was always changing and that the Valorians should exist between the two. Such a balance seemed to be something to aspire to at first, but such a system was doomed to one day fail, as either the Preservationist or the Entropists won out. From this the political structure of the Valorians society emerged. With the Preservationists Dawlords of the Forum of the Golden Sun and the Entropist Dusklords of the Council of the Silver Moon ruling the society together. The Archon reagent would act as a king of sorts and all the lords of Dusk and Dawn would answer to him. The position of War Master could also be created when the Archon Reagent required someone to lead their armies. It was within these times following the Unification that the Valorians began to show their mastery of the world. Their cities arose as the Valorians perfected their crafting of Aetherium. The greatest of those who took up these crafts were know as the Godsmiths, and it was their skill with crafting Aetherium that even started to rival that of the greatest warriors of their age for power in the political sphere.
Though Macros was sure to succeed over any rivals that came his way. He even prevented a potential civil war thanks to his carful politicking and his pacification of the Godsmith Greaves Sunsteel. What was troubling that the stock pile of that Aetherium that was being used. It was beginning to dwindle. The wars of the Valorians had drained the stock piles dry, which forced Orin and Macros to demand tithes, tax, tariffs and tribute from their subjects to support the creation of further magical marvels. The Godsmiths built great constructs that could guard fortress, tend to their land and construct their cities. But this was not the only magical marvel one could seen on the surface of Aperion. There were many in these times.
The greatest amongst the marvels of the Valorians were the Skybreaker Monolith and the Seven Sanctums. The Skybreaker Monolith is a mechanism of almost indecipherable complexity which was seen as many Valorians as simply a great drill for the acquisition of Aetherium, but was in actuality so much more. The monolith rose skyward and pierced the fabric of the heavens, reaching through time and space to bend reality itself. Within there was a collection of four different elemental realms, with each stacked one on top of the other. It not only towered over the world, but stood as one of the greatest triumphs of the Entropists. The Seventh Sanctum by contrast were an accomplishment of the Preservationists, and were great repositories of information and academies. But they were also living beings. The Sanctums were constructs charged with acting as the memory and conscience of Valorian society. But first they answered neither the Dawnlords nor the Dusklords, as independence allowed them to faithfully server their role. In time the independence was revoked by the Valorians and six of them went on to server the six major cities, the Seventh Sanctum refused and was sealed away for her defiance. It was the Seventy Sanctum that Orin pledged to defend, as she held the true history of the Valorian people. One of bloodshed and horror.
Perhaps Orin hoped that the knowledge might one day be used to guide those who were otherwise more easily lead astray back to the light. As Orin and Macros saw the world they had run, it was easy to see the great majesty of their own realms. But they also beheld a world of pain. Macros would paint this concern upon his character in his doctored histories and use it as just another justification of for his own means. A justification for what would come next. All turned singularly to ambition for Macros. But he did not yet understand the consequence of his plans and how it would truly divide him and Orin. A new conflict was on the horizon and it would start with Macro’s desire for one thing above all else. He wished for ascension, for control, for a chance to remake this world. He wished to become a god.