History Of Arumthar

This History of Arumthar is composed of excerpts taken from The Legacy of the Broken Kingdom by the sage Eydren of Thay in the year 5022 KS. Eydren was the personal historian of Mol-Hannamal, first Nasir of Fael-They and a distant relative of the Irian Imperial family. This meant that his later histories are dubious at best, demonstrating unashamed bias towards the rulers of Fael-They. However his is one of the few surviving detailed accounts of the early and golden-age history of Arumthar. His history begins in detail during the later years of the Lizard War, well after settlement by Iri had made landsmen the dominant civilization in the Arumthar region, and several centuries after the end of the Sundering. He offers the only fill lineage of the Kings of Arumthar. Though he touches on the earlier era his accuracy is questionable. The fact that his account of the magocracy at no point makes claim of Aulandor Rage as an Aruman native has led many to dispute this assumption.

The earliest records of the lands of Arumthar are those of the long dead ogiere who lived here. They were hardy Mzulheft, which means 'strong builders' in the tongue of those folk. They built great ziggurat-cities at Fael-They, Foere, Lynae, and in the Fowelewode. Of these ancient firstborn little is known, even by their own enigmatic kin who have fled beneath the earth. They were proud, refusing to flee as their kinsmen did and they were lost beneath the waves, swallowed up when the world was broken. Ancient histories hold that they called this land Hrarongi in their time, though these words mean little to the scholars who relate it.

When Sal-Mannamu, Nasir of the people who would come to be known as the earliest of the tribeless, came here he met with the Mzulheft leader Basptt. Sal-Mannamu's people made peace with the Mzulheft of Hrarongi, and they were gifted the lands from the Tarvuar Hills south to the mountain range called Hrap-Ziongo (lands now swallowed by the sea) to settle, and settle they did. They called this new land Ammutur and an orator was sent from the mighty Kelorn Empire to invite the followers of Sul-Mannamu to take a knee before the nations of the Kelorn. Sal-Mannamu went himself, with a conclave of Heirophants, to the Temple of the Old Divh and swore his allegiances to the nations of the Kelorn collective, though this would sever him from the bosom of Irik's nation. For a time there was peace for the Iri of Kal Ammutur, and it was good.

But it would not be good for long, for with the sinking of the Isle of Men so began ten hundred years of destruction and unnatural chaos that would nigh unmake the world. Much of Kal Ammutur was lost beneath the waves, and the Mzulheft of Hrap-Ziongo - even Hrap-Ziongo itself - vanished beneath waves larger than mountains. Fire leapt from the earth and the very ground shook. The skies opened and bled. Strange and terrible beasts were born of man and animal, and the trees grew mouths and screamed. All that was left of the Mzulheft were the few great ziggurats scattered in the northernmost reaches of their lands. The tribe of the Iri was decimated, much of its people and culture lost beneath the waves. Irik wept and so did the scions of Sal-Mannamu.

Then when the end seemed nigh. When the men of the west had suffered so greatly and for so long that their doom was all they had known, and all their grandfathers had known, and all their great grandfathers had known. When their culture was lost utterly and they were reduced to cowering in ruin or cave and howling at the sound of thunder. When Sal-Hannu was Nasir as Sal-Mannamu had been countless generations past, it all ended and the folk of Kal Ammutur had a moment - a mere generation or two - to try to remember that they had once been civilized. Just as the world began to find itself again, and began to realize that even time itself had broken in the centuries of horror. Before the mortal races of the world could even lament what they had lost there marched a writhing squamous scourge from out of the west. These myr clad their war-drums with the flayed skins of ogiere, and many were the warriors who marched from the Ytosero Nm-Zirony, the Shoulders of the World, under the warmaster Lll. Sal-Hlila son of Sal-Hannu assembled his wisest emissaries and agreed to send goods and weapons to aid in the effort against the Lizard.

The war raged on and the Kelorns bent their every resource to battling the Lizard, and little by little they were pressed back until the battle lines were at the foot of the mountains themselves scant days from Kal Ammutur. At this time another wave of the Iri departed from the ruins of the Empire of Irik. Though they were at all times a travelling people, being descended from the lord of roads, not since the first founding of Kal Ammutur had such a vast number loaded their caravans and sought out new lands to peddle their goods and learn of the world. While many came to Kal Ammutur, others went north to the other Kelorn domains, and made their homes amongst the beast men, and even found places upon the council that ruled in the hallowed Temple of the Old Divh.

…and so it was that in the year three thousand, five hundred and twenty of the Kelorn Sept the Lizard War finally drew to a close, with the defeat of the Lizard on the plains of the Battlewaite. Though the confederation of the Kelorn Empire had suffered much Kal Ammutur had grown, with the lands it was charged to govern extending into Yrull, territory of the lost Og-hmzark Mhulak, and the southern colonies of the warlord Hlu-Mennamon…

Again from mosaics and the very visual histories of those second wave Irians depicted on the walls of their modest temples, we know that they came into little contact with the myr of the Southlands. The histories written on tablets name the key to this isolationist doctrine as the Nasir Amm-Mamu, and it seems he became very influential with the priesthood of all of his race even in the northern lands of Kal Ammutur proper, because his name and image appear for thousands of miles in similar ruins to the north. When Amm-Mamu began refusing foreign traders access to the Iri settlements it allowed their people to prosper and grow in a pure state, which he claimed placed them closer to Irik, and it seems that the divhi Irik visited Amm-Mamu here many times.

…had become strong and wealthy, and their alliance with the Duräd made them confident. So in the year three thousand seven hundred and eighteen of the Kelorn Sept Sil-Montari seceded from the Kelorn Empire, naming his land Arumthar, both casting off its Kelorn and Irian heritage in favour of a hopeful future. The empire was infuriated by the loss of their wealthiest territory, and more so at the betrayal of Sallin Kemani and the Duräd. So the conclave of the preceptors was forced to act. Within four months the armies of Kel Saratose were mobilized and, under the auspices of famed Orkûn Preceptor Loman Tharm, it marched on the northern outpost of Lericon in the hill country, where the Lord of the city opened his gates to the army rather than face a siege that they were ill equipped for. It took Sil-Montari another month to mobilize his own force, and they marched north from Keris under the Kings own banner and brought their forces to bear against the forces occupying Lericon. The city was well fortified and their foe prepared for battle, but they besieged the city well into the winter when a second Kelorn army arrived and forced Sil-Montari back from the ruined city walls.

By the summer of the year three thousand, seven hundred and twenty of the Kelorn Sept Sil-Montari had been forced back to the Elkhar hills. Here he raised a mighty force of local hill men to his banner, and mounted them in great chariots taken from the designs of the old Iri, then drove a war of attrition into the heart of the Kelorn encampments. Where the scythes of his chariots turned men died, armies scattered and as quickly as his raiders had come they were gone. The war raged for another six years, wherever the Kelorns struck the people of Arumthar surrendered to them, then the raiders of Sil-Montari arrived and forced the occupiers into retreat. By 3,724 of the Kelorn Sept the armies of the Ordinator were broken and tired and their heart was gone. The Empire recalled them and abandoned Arumthar to Sil-Montari, but still refused to acknowledge the legitimacy of his claim. Imperial agents throughout the land were captured and sent home, or else mounted on the chariots of the raiders.

Then in the late summer of that year Orator Chairon Lam, one of the most decorated and successful of all of the Kelorn leaders, arrived from the northern boarder where he had been battling the Org that sought to overwhelm the passes out of the Battlewaite, with his army of veteran soldiers, grim and brave from their battles fought against degenerate giants. He immediately brought his forces into the Tarvuar Hills and made an encampment here where the King’s chariots would be useless, then called for the armies of the mighty King of Arumthar to meet him in battle. Sil-Montari and his son and heir Loghayne, (who took his father's name as that of his dynasty) despaired, because their mighty army stood no chance against these veterans, especially on a field of their choosing. But their salvation came from unexpected quarters. Sallin Kemani, the King's ally and advisor, called upon the Duräd to work potent magics and provided the king with a dozen ensorcelled golden chariots which flew upon silvery wings and were drawn by horses of polished stone. When each chariot charged it seemed by some enchantment that a score followed it, each filled with fearsome warriors. The forces of the Orator, completely unprepared for the arrival of these strange constructs, immediately fled.

Thus began the war between the Emissary and his nemesis and equal Sil-Montari. Sadly only three years into the Kerothean wars, named for the valley in which Sil-Montari drove the mighty army from his lands, Sil-Montari sickened and died and his son Loghayne, already a seasoned warrior, ascended the throne of Arumthar and continued the battle on his father’s behalf. Tragically, in giving chase to the fleeing Kelorns in the hope of taking them prisoner Loghayne strayed too close to the Eresfell Downs, which even then bore evil repute. He and his entire force disappeared from the face of the world, not even a trace of them has ever been found and his own son Lorryc Montari became King to continue the fight for freedom from Imperial tyranny…

…which finally led to the battle of the Torenrei plains. Here the two generals met in pitched battle at the very centre of the field, Lorryc in his father’s shining mail and Lam in the blackened armour he claimed from one of the northern traitor warlords. The clash was titanic, and with their fight so went the battle, coming to and fro as their thrusts and parries fell. Eventually Lorryc felled the older man, but before he could land the killing blow the enemy’s horn sounded the retreat. Under the edicts of honourable battle Lorryc had no choice but to let his foe live, but he took him for a prisoner, and Lam spent the remainder of his life as an honoured guest in the court of Arumthar. The Empire was suffering a stinging attack from the dusky landsmen to the east which had driven to it’s very heart, and all forces had been recalled to defend Cal Marisa from the armies of so-called Divhi-Imperator, so Arumthar was left alone to cement her power while the empire began its descent into the annals of history…

…in the year three thousand, eight hundred and sixty King Alrud Montari came upon an unusual change, he began worshipping a strange being at the heart of the mountains which he would not name. He claimed that this being bestowed upon him the title of mortal champions of the Divh themselves, and so went to study with the Duräd, decreeing that henceforth all heirs of Arumthar would study the secret arts of the mage clan, though no King would truly join with the clan…

…which heralded the beginning of the time known as the Golden Age of Arumthar. In which the greatest magical wonders, forged from the texts and experiments of the Duräd, were undertaken by King Lendell Montari. The city of Kerispur was raised above the earth, the airborne ships and chariots of the land flew about all over, Arumthar acted as the centre of the Arum confederacy which allied it with nearly all of it’s younger neighbours, constructs were built to perform the menial tasks of the people and they allowed themselves to follow the more scholarly or artistic pursuits. For eight centuries this age would last…

…a mere year after its inception, Carnuss Montari bent the knee to Aulandor Rage, and joined in the magocracy. It is said that the King was summoned to the Unchallenged City to advise Rage upon the establishment of his empire, and was one of the founding members of the fourteen-hundred, ruling council of the magocracy…

But it was not to be, and in the year four thousand, six hundred and seventy-six of the Kelorn Sept the mighty Aulandor Rage passed from the world, and with his passing the magocracy fell into bickering, and the Haedrasian leaders were able to rise up, and with the Mhulak of the Ironheads, thought long lost to the world, they seized back their empire. But Arumthar was far from the Imperatry Plains. Arumthar was strong and wealthy and prosperous. Arumthar was grand, with its cities floating in the air, and its labour done by men of stone and wood and clay. Arumthar was the wonder of that ancient world, and the loss of the magocracy in its way only served to make Arumthar stronger. Alkandi Montari had no cause to fear reprisal by the sons of Haederas.

…for some unknown reason in the years following four-thousand, seven hundred and thirty of the Kelorn Sept the Duräd began a sharp decline. Their masters stopped taking on apprentices, and by the year four-thousand, seven hundred and seventy-one of the Kelorn Sept it was as if they had never existed. The Tower of Ravnyr was abandoned and the King ordered that it be dismantled stone by stone and brought to the royal palace at Keris, where the replaced his northern tower with the magnificent structure. Now the Kings of Arumthar were the last practising Duräd in the world so far as history can relate…

…possibly the most significant event in all Arumtharn history occurred. It seems that in the time of the Golden age the people of Arumthar had not been in their temples as often as their Divh liked, and their wonders challenged even heaven for their grandeur and their might. And so the Divh struck down with all of their might against Arumthar, and brought low it’s great cities and it’s wonders, and sent their daemonic servants who we call the shades, to destroy the might of Arumthar. On the 6th day of Ananir in the year four-thousand, seven hundred and eighty of the Kelorn Sept the lives of the people of Arumthar changed forever. Within a matter of hours between dawn and midday a creature calling itself Mattatron, but better known today as the Shade King, sent it’s agents upon the people of Arumthar, and great earth quakes and tidal waves flattened the great port cities, the lands of the north were plagued by great fires. Countless died, and those few who survived fled from the doomed nation as fast as they could.

Lorn Montari and his court had been out riding in the mountains on the day, and when he saw Kerispur fall from the sky he was reminded of a vision he had had as a child, and immediately ordered his court and all of his relatives to flee the lands, while he alone took up his weapon and went after those who threatened his lands and slew his people. The account of his huntmaester, Alarcon Creel, tells us that a darkness rose up and Mattatron came upon Lorn, that their battle raged but the King was brought low by the daemon, but he gave his life making his court time to flee, and many escaped the hands of the shades. By all accounts elements of his family live on even today. Since then the place has been cursed, and known as the Broken Kingdom.

Dennic Tohlgar, Castellion of the Tower of Ravnyr, took the role of Regent of Arumthar in his lord’s absence in the hope that one-day a true heir of Arumthar would return…

…In the years following, their cities fallen rudely from the skies, their magic shattered, and those who made their land great dead the people of Arumthar fled. Those who could afford to went to the north, some going so far as the lands of their Kelorn neighbours, some not making it out of the flat lands of the north, they settled there in the massive caravan chains that facilitated their exodus. Later they would meet with refugees from the south-west. The foolish stayed where they were, trying to pick the remnants of their former glory out from the ruins of their grandeur. The huddled in the ruins of their homes, secure in the belief that the chastisement of the Divh was over, that their rulers had been punished and they spared, but they were wrong, because Mattatron had not left the land of Arumthar, he had made it his home, and in the ruins of Kerispur the survivors were quickly overcome by shadowy foes, the servants of Mattatron, who slew them without mercy or discrimination. And these shades came to take control of the city, and in the night to spread out into the surrounding lands. The fortress of Fael-They, built over a ogiere ziggurat of the same name, was serving as the anchor for the cloud city of Masinar, but with so many living in the sturdy walls of the fortress many survived beneath the cloud city as it tore into the ground, and in the ruins some had sought to try to rebuild their homes. Here the shades came first. Few records came from that day, but the survivors hid in the deepest cells of Fael-They, seemingly protected by some remnant of the magic of Arumthar. Meanwhile all along the coast the people hiding in the ruins began to sight men moving outside the walls in the night, presumably shades, and entire farmsteds and settlements outside of the ruins began to be found completely clear of all life. In light of this new danger people began to quickly flock to charismatic and powerful leaders and the roots of several of our modern nations began to emerge…

…so that by the year five thousand and fourteen of the Kelorn Sept the largest of the remaining settlements; the free city of Fael-They, declared it’s independence and named it’s boarders as extending to the Saints in the north, the sea in the south and the rivers Brione in the east and Loure in the west, under Maester Thalandar, and opened it’s gates to trade from all over the Broken Kingdom. Other powers of old Arumthar awaited the reaction of the shade, the sudden and mysterious disappearance of all of the people of Fael-They overnight, but there was no such punishment, and the people of the Broken Kingdom began to wonder if their punishment was over. People gathered into larger and larger groups, alliances were forged and traders set out in tiny ships between the tiny port towns of the south, and the southmen began to look around and learn who their neighbours were…

…until, so far as we can tell, it was in the year five thousand and seventy two of the Kelorn Sept when the first victims of the pale plague began to appear in the cities of the south. Groups of refugees began to move from the western fringes of Fael-They into the city. Some men feared that it was some new machination of the shades, whether or not this is the truth the plague persists to this day, and has experienced several notable outbreaks since. These refugees were allowed into the city of Fael-They and the plague quickly spread through the recovering city, taking the lives of hundreds and leaving thousands weak and mad. Figures indicate that a good portion of the city’s population contracted the plague, and it was people fleeing infected Fael-They who quickly sped the plague into other developed lands, so a scant year later cases were documented as far east as the Foelcorr Valley…

…in the year five thousand and forty nine of the Kelorn Sept, Norr Taras found gold in the Selryd. He shipped it quietly from the mouth of the river directly to Kipir, despite the dangers of the Aruman sea. But his own men seem to have sold the information of the gold strike to people in the city, and quickly desperate men began to appear along the coast, huge parties of outlaws and fortune seekers suddenly remembered that the Broken Kingdom was there, and small temporary settlements began to appear along the Selryd then along the Cailuar, and little ports began to grow up along the Bay of Khopper to accommodate their arrival. The next strike was in 5051 KS, by this time men had made permanent homes here, some to exploit the trade coming into Arumthar, others to rob the prospectors as they travelled from their claims to the ports to sell their gold to men who would ship it up the coast to Fowe-Leone, and townships along the shipping route also began to develop to re-supply the ships, as well as several pirate townships preying on these gold laden shipments. Pirates even built a series of hidden townships along the Dalen pass, a route since lost through the Dalen range. New life began to pour into the Broken Kingdom, but the southmen would not be aware of its presence for nearly eight decades…