A History of Death and Rebirth

The Birth
On the middle of the Desert of Dazil, there was once a small and humble village called The Oasis of Lulz. The Oasis – as it was usually called – was ruled by the whole of the community: the strength of the young, the wisdom of the old, the happiness of the children and the love of the mothers, all worked together to create a peaceful place for everyone.

The Oasis slowly grew larger, to a town and then to a small city. People from many places seeking the blissful lifestyle of the Oasians moved there, and brought with them their new ideas and technologies, their creativity and efforts, their tools and skills. And The Oasis flowered and prospered, along in the middle of the sands that birth it.

With the growth of the city, the technology and the progress, the elders decided that a governor was needed, a middle aged man that served as balance between the elder’s wariness and wisdom, and the younger’s impulsive and innovative behavior. Everyone concurred and hence the first governor of Lulz was chosen: 35 years old Khan “Iron Hand” Anarion.

Kahn was a good hearted man and a humble governor. He looked forward to equality and prosperity for everyone, showed the newer generations the values of leadership and commitment, always listened to everyone and was able to choose, each and all times, the best path for the city. His failure, perhaps, was that he had a naïve nature, and couldn’t foresee the dangers The Oasis would face in the future.

By the year 36 of Kahn’s governorship, the desert had cowered in fear of the country the Oasians had built. Forests and grasslands raised out of the sands thanks to the technological advancement of the new generations, and the stubbornness of the older ones. A paradise was built, a thriving wonder in the middle of a desolate arid land.

The Fall

But the world was not ready for an idyllic utopic paradise in the middle of nowhere. It will probably never be ready for such a peaceful place anywhere anytime. Around the desert itself, and nearby lands, other countries reached and conquered, slowly surrounding The Oasis.

Kahn, it’s been said was wise, but naïve. And he welcomed the new neighbors as old friends, greeting them with gifts and honors, trust and respect. And as such, he trust their motives and peace offers, and never dared fear them or prepare himself – and his paradise - for possible aggressions. He just asked them to respect the line of the desert, the land he saw as rightfully Oasian. As little as 4 years later, The Oasis was covered in a myriad of unseen enemies.

It all started as a minor border issue. Some natives of the Empire of Ice, a great power from the North, overstepped their hunting lands into the forest, and butchered a pack of Bullelepanthers. The Oasian Herders inquired them and a small fight ensued. The governments of Lulz and the Empire tried to discuss things and diplomatically fix them. But there was no real will. Talks were broken. Incursions followed. War was brewing.

It has been said in the past that good leaders are both ready for peace and for war. But that was not the truth on Dazil. Kahn was an amazing leader in peace. A mind made to make his people prosper. But never ready to make his people fight. Not him, nor the councilors, not even the young ones were ready. Their technological superiority was nothing, when there was no one ready to fight, to really fight and kill. Lulz and his Oasians were defenseless.

In the year 43 of Kahn’s governorship, the once beautiful land of The Oasis of Lulz, jewel in the middle of the forest-dessert of Dazil, was defeated, conquered and dismembered among the Coalition of Freedom, the five coward usurpers who saw a chance in Kahn’s peaceful ways. Powered by envy, jealousy and lust, they waged war and won. And Kahn’s paradise was no more.

Kanh’s demise is uncertain, and the history books don’t record it. He was there when the council signed their surrender. Some say he was killed soon later, by the Empire, leaders of the coalition. Others say he died of old age, tortured and malnourished in a cell for years. What is known is that his son and main councilor, Rodagarth “Angry Face” Anarion was able to escape the city, motivated by the elders, a few hours before its final fall. And is also known that he ran away south, with his offspring – Kahn’s grandson – in his arms.

The Rebellion

Rodagarth’s anger – so legend says – was a man quick to anger, but never violent. The violence he had and the hatred he brewed later in life were just the human results of the wound his heart had suffered on The Oasis’ fall. He traveled the land, from nation to nation, from city to city, hiding his name and his face, nurturing his son into leadership. The Oasians he met along the way were ready to follow him, some way or the other. But it was not his fate to lead them.

He had other plans. He had long term plans. He was raising a leader; he was forming a man in the image of his own father, but with the cunning mind of a warrior. He was paving the way for his son, heir of the old council’s words. “Take him away and turn him into hope”. And so, hope was going to be its way.

The years went by, his wisdom grew and his anger and hatred dried away. His followers were all over the place, ready for a commander, for a leader. Ready to take what was rightfully theirs; ready to bring back The Oasis out of its ashes and blood. And most importantly, his son has grown to be a man of words and arms. The Hope, he was called by some; The Leader, by others. His father had named him Elegarth Anarion. His friends had named him “The Avenger”. But he has picked a different name for himself: The Seeker of Power.

Rodagarth died 30 years after his city was burnt to the ground. His last words a secret his son had never revealed. His last seconds were spent on a hill over the desert; ten thousand men behind, ready for the first strike. His last breath was muted by the sound of ten thousand souls screaming his name and his father’s name. The Rebellion of the Oasians began that day. It never stopped.

The New Future

It is needless to describe Elegarth’s rise to power, or his successive victories. In 12 months, through thick and thin, blood and tears, and a meritocracy never seen before, the capital city of the Oasis was taken back along all the lands of the desert. His enemies – divided and long since no longer allied – fell quickly to the combined forces of Elegarth’s army, the old Oasian citizens and their own internal betrayals and treasons. Their own citizens, tired of the pettiness of their overlords, were ready to join the Elegarthian forces.

But revenge is not served so easily. The Seeker of Power was originally satisfied with recovery of what was theirs. But the cries of help from former conquered lands, people who wished for a better life and the sons and grandsons of the old Oasian refugees motivated him further. He founded a new reign, The Elegarthian Empire of The Seeker of Power: meritocratic, people oriented, an improved versions of his grandfather’s utopia. And he marched. On and on, enemies falling, the loss of life to a minimum, a better life built behind. On and on he marched.

The Rebellion started 30 years ago now. Since them, 7 kindgoms have been built on the ashes of previous would-be conqueror and despots, 7 nations have been freed and brough upon the wise rule of Elegarth, The Seeker of Power, called by his enemies The Angel of Death.

Today, having aligned themselves with the New Pacific Order, the Elegarthian Empire of The Seeker of Power brings peace, strength and prosperity. The Rising Phoenix on their flags always flying upwards.

The New Future is Now!