The Fall of Utheria
The Utherian Emperor Melek doomed Utherous eons before the Red Storm.
Melek was the latest in a long line of Emperors of Utheria.
The Utherin were a race of conquerors who had expanded their empire and
absorbed other races into it as they warred and conquered. Under
the rule of Uther trade flourished and civilization expanded. Still
there were other lands that were not under the sway of the Utherin; some
were too distant, others were trade partners and still others were rivals.
Emperor Melek changed all that upon his coronation. Melek, who became
Melek the Divine to some or Melek the Mad to others, declared his own
divinity. The God-Emperor outlawed the worship of the old gods as
heresy; Melek ordered the Temples razed and priests put to death.
The rest of Utherous saw this and did nothing. What the Emperors or
God-Emperors of Utheria did within the Empire was no concern of theirs.
Centuries later, after sending missionaries to proselytize the faith of Melek
to the other races and nations of Utherous, the current reincarnation of the
God-Emperor grew impatient for the enlightenment of the lesser peoples
of Utherous. The God-Emperor unleashed his legions, terrible war
machines, and twisted magics of Utheria upon the neighboring nations and
races. Those neighbors quickly succumbed to the might and madness of
Utheria. A cycle began that would be repeated throughout the world.
Razed temples and the burning bodies of the priests were the monuments
left by the Legions of Utheria.
The Rise of the God-Emperor
This horrific holy war of arrogance and slaughter continued unabated for
centuries. The technomancy of the Empire was as supreme and absolute as
the madness of its God-Emperor. Some nations or peoples would make a
stand or even push Utheria back some, only to eventually succumb to the
seemingly inexhaustible might of the empire. As more and more races and
people who worshiped the true gods perished the gods themselves began to
wither. Without intending the God-Emperor was slaying the gods
The free races saw their doom in the legions, flying fortresses,
crawling war machines, and dark magics of Utheria. The remaining free
races and nations at last put aside their differences and stood
together. On a dull grey morning, on an unremarkable field near a small
village called Ichevat the fate of the old world…the old way would be
decided. War machines so horrific that they defied reason belched fire
from the skies as magic unleashed by both sides tore apart the earth.
The thunder of cannon could be heard hundreds of leagues away. Poets wax
about the valiant struggle of heroes that day, but what occurred there
was not a battle. It was a slaughter. Too long had the races and
nations stood idle while Utheria grew strong. At the end of the day
the last remnants of resistance to the God-Emperor lay broken. The few
survivors fled back to their homelands to warn that death was coming.
The Red Storm
A time of darkness, death, and terror descended on Utherous. Unopposed,
the armies of the God-Emperor carried his scripture of death from
village to village and nation to nation. Remembering the opposition at
Ichevat, the God-Emperor decreed all peoples beyond Utheria heretics and
unbelievers. There was only one punishment for such a crime…death.
Whole nations became charnel houses of slaughter and were left as
graveyards. All the while the gods looked on in dismay as they withered
In their final act, the remaining and eldest gods of Utherous sacrificed
themselves. They used their very essence as a weapon to scour the world
clean of the God-Emperor and his followers. The skies darkened and
turned a blood-red color that morning. Fire began to spill from the
heavens, the seas began to boil, and the earth began to heave and split.
Even in their withered state, the destruction that occurred in one day
was enough to extinguish civilization from Utherous. That was one
day….the Red Storm lasted for nearly forty years. The devastation
diminished slightly day after day, and like all storms its rage lessened
until it was finally spent. Falling from the skies on the world were
shards of crystalline power; the blood of the gods themselves. Some were
great in size, some slight, but all pulsed with power. Myths and legends
speak of those God Shards granting immortality or even god like powers
to some, but these were myths whispered by madmen howling at the
blood-red skies of Utherous.
When the storm had passed, so had the gods, and nothing remained of
their world. A new Utherous was born in the Red Storm. The lands
forever changed and entire races were transformed by the power of the
god shards. The survivors of the Red Storm were left in a shattered
world. The survivors forgot the powerful magics that could raise islands
into the sky and the steam technology that powered flying dreadnoughts.
The daily fight for survival in this harsh new world was all that
mattered. Weeks of struggle became years, years become decades, and
decades became centuries. The history of Utherous passed into legend and
It was centuries after the ending of the Red Storm before anything that
could be called a town emerged upon the face of Utherous. The Humans,
once an afterthought in the power struggles between the Athadine and the
Utherin, were now taking the first steps towards civilization in this
new world. The Ardine clove to the remnants of their high holds, the
Dvargar sought refuge in the mountains, and the Ork roamed freely across
the plains looting and burning as they went. The Utherin, to their
credit and the dread of others, survived. However their empire was gone
as were their servants. All that remained was the memory of their God of
Slaughter. Some walked away to forge a new path. Others strained to hear
the memory of the old blood.
This is the world you have entered…rekindle the ancient flame of
civilization or stoke the fires of exploration and domination. The
choice is yours, the adventure is yours….