Year 2079 AC

The Crimson Keep has kept quiet for the past 8 years. Much of their members remaining in Skarnfel, or Sheol. Perhaps it could be seen as stagnation. But now they have united under a new queen. Now is the time to build, and grow. Helish mana, and the essence of Undeath leaks from the hidden cave enterance to the Crimson Keep. What was in store? Meranthe would have to find out.

•  Fallon has given up the Queenship to Valerie Hemwick. The reasons as to why are unknown, and will remain secret. But ultimately Valerie is the new face of the Crimson Keep. Letters and envoys are sent to the surrounding nations of Skarnfel, Sheol, and the Fel Gardens. Addressing their governments and letting them know that there will be change at the Crimson Keep. The rest of the nations, well they'd just have to find out themselves.
  
  
• Valerie proclaims Evelyn Nightshade the Princess of the Crimson Keep. She will act as Valerie's eyes and ears in the case she is not around.
  
  
• Those that harbor demonic traits, or the Occult are encouraged to reach out to Evelyn, or Valerie. To learn more about a special project that might be able to boost their connection to thier abilities
  
  
• The Crimson Keep officially joins under the Empire of Skarnfel as a Vassal state. Though they have been allied for many years, this will only secure the alliance between the Fel Gardens, Skarnfel, and the Crimson Keep. Providing a sense of unity amongst all three nations. 
  
  

2079 AC
Despite their silence in recent years, the hamlet that is Atheoria continues to make progress albeit with a few minor setbacks

• The recent dissapearance of the  Amelyns has left  the Seekers without proper guidance.
  
• As a result, Vel has  decided to take up the mantle of leadership temporary in order to fill the void, until he finds an appropriate replacement. Whispers amongst the folks suggest a successor has already been picked. 
  
• Atheoria will continue to serve as a refuge for those who reject the prevailing faiths of others and yearn to choose their own destiny.
  
• Due to the predecessors affiliations with Crafting Delights, relations with the company and its affiliate remains firmly strong.
  

Rest of Meranthe: 

2081 AC

A New Era is Emerging...



⸸ Vera Cruz burns.

⸸ The Primo Priestess, and the Commander of the Sainted Church has been slain. Hope feels so little, the future grim for the Sainted Church, as the two leaders of the sanctuary leave behind heirs, and relics. The Sun reaches its highest point for but a small moment, dazzling with a great oomph of power before fading. 

Ruin is sure to come.

⸸ A moment of foreboding washes along Meranthe. The future is unknown, and it is as if time itself, can only be told by Memoria. Perhaps, the lands require his seers.  In a distant part unknown, something is brewing, and the various monsters, unspeakable evils, and unknowns alike are starting to Rise from the shadows. Xarxes the Nephairy does not appear sated, his ambitions, as bottomless as the deep hole that Moros has been placed into.

⸸ The Imperfect Demon Lord of Knowledge, Na'ria has met its end, though from the very husk of darkness, there is more that is to come. More challenges for Humanity. The Ria Clan will reassemble, and unleash Hel upon Meranthe.

⸸ The world ... Something is different. The world is changing. What will meet the inhabitants of Meranthe?

• The future of Skarnfel is unknown. A massive power vacuum has opened in the highest of the high ranks of Skarnfel, leaving the Lord of Time, Xarxes, alone as the one true ruler of the fel legion.
  

• The spawn of Na'Ria have grown ever-stronger, and continue to proliferate with the powers that may be, swearing vengeance and wishing to continue their Broodmother's works in full.
  

• The Lord of Time, Xarxes, has become the successor to the prior three Imperfects; the Diarchy has become a Monarchy.
  

Year: 2082
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“It’s been a good voyage.”

An air of sorrow has befallen the archipelago, so many lives cast asunder for a fruitless venture. Fel Gardens had devastated Fortune’s hierarchy. The Commandant, and even the Sovereign captured. Their fate is unknown. The High Corsair and High Seer barely escaping with a chance to tell the tale. And the Driftwood Battalion had suffered heavy losses. Some of their finest lost on this must horrific of events.
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There were rumors of a final will, one denoting the fates of the captured. One that was held tightly to those in command, it gave way to new leadership. A new Sovereign decreed in the midst of the silence. The isles would not be left headless.
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Despite this would the isles still see progress. The High Seer had created a sister to the Heavenly Blossom’s Church. One located upon Nilhirra, long since the agricultural isle of the archipelago had it been given another purpose. Now faith would run anew, giving the people hope in the silvery light of life.

They would leave their people with a statement, one to offer hope- guidance in these most difficult of times.
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Quote:"Our home has suffered losses. Family lay dead at the hands of Fel forces. However, our projects continue, and a new one has been started. The hunt for a cold iron vein begins."

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In the face of such darkness, there was hope. Even when all seemed lost, the archipelago would not yield.

Fortune would carry on.

“I have deep appreciation for all of you."
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“You'll all find your way in time, find it without me. Free our people from this malignant disease." 


⁜ High Corsair Emeraldi had made a plan to embolden the waters, and outreach for those that would be stalwart in the defense of the archipelago. This being Fortune’s outreach in the face of such harrowing times.
⁜With the loss of the Doyen, the Percipience would be left without a head. This Vacancy set to be filled by those left behind, to steer the guiding minds of the archipelago further onwards.
⁜The faith of Alacritas now alive and true amongst the people of the Southern Seas. It gave them hope, purpose in these most tumultuous of times. Something they’d lost, something to steer them in the face of such a foe.
⁜In light of persistent rumors, it is thought that the isles may crumble without proper leadership. The people are fearful, their safety in question. The liberties, the freedoms they’d come to enjoy likely to be robbed from them.
“I will miss seeing you all grow. My Beloved children, my family. In this life of mine, I couldn't have asked for a greater blessing."

  
Aphros: Affiliate.
Dal'Thala: Unknown.
Dawnstone: Unknown.
Atheoria: Unknown.
Fel Threat: No Mercy.
Sainted Church: Extreme Caution.
Frontier: Mercantile Accord.
Audhild: Mercantile Accord.

Year: 2083

Quote:

"It is an interesting time we live in, where I have debts to those who a mere year ago were allies in arms. Shui Avintess, I owe you a favour.

Azalea, I cannot begin to understand your loss, but should you require my aid, you need only ask."

Where the keep has rested silently for many years, a new life sparks within the darkened halls of the city. The crimson dragon banners of the keep have been pulled down and in their place, the banners of gold and black have risen.
The Crimson Keep is no more, in its place the Golden Keep rises to bring prosperity and life to the long-forgotten city.

DEMONS: "So I met this angry wasp, Djanthornix.. then forced his potential to surface. And he didn't live long beyond that. What curious critters."