The Warring World
Just been getting some ideas down about the history of the world for my stories and it kinda grew into almost an actual history of it. At least the history of the city that will become the main setting for my story. This is just the first part and I hope that you guys like it.
It was in this age, barely 100 years after the awakening of the Goddesses, the area that would be called Crystal Dell was home to the Ardenta Clan, the most powerful of the feline clans as well as the strongest clan in that area. They forged their home from the Wildlands around them, being Jaguar they were at the top of the pecking order, standing above the other feline clans that shared their lands. And claiming lordship over them either though sharing power or using force. All those generations ago, the city was little more than a holdfast, home to only a few thousand people. One of the few fortresses in the world, the Ardenta were made rich by the mineral deposits in the rocks that permeate the surrounding land, a rare commodity in the world. They ruled with a strong paw. And started to stretch their ambitions beyond their domain.
Their Lord Carrstran looked to expand his territory. And was not above using force to do so. He called the strength of the feline clan lords that were sworn to him and marshaled their forces into one army, a Jaguar Army. A real army. Under a strong leader, both cunning, fierce and skilled in war. Soon the Griffons, the Lamia, the Canides and even the mighty Drian Clan of the Minotaurs fell beneath their heel. All were bound to this new order, to serve the lord of the Ardenta at the point of the sword. The very weakest clans, like the Lagomorphs and Mice of the Astra Plains, became the lowest of this new caste system, little more than slaves to the clans that had sided with the Ardenta. After decades of fighting, only one clan still resisted; The FrostWolves of NorthPoint. Wild and cold as the Northern Lands, they long resisted from thier fortresses of ice. This Lord Carrstran could not stand..none had stood against him. But not through force of arms or fear could he turn them. Not even the massacre at WildeLedge where a raiding party of a thousand were put do death. It could not stop their resistance.
Battle and battle after battle the Jaguar failed to conquer the FrostWolves on their field, their armies humbled and broken. And every defeat the Jaguar Lord couldn't bear. The rage of Lord Carrstran was terrible and he turned to darker methods to win this war; to dark magic. He would summon fire to destroy them. In the Crystals under the city slept the energy and form of Dragons, long ago sealed there by the Lords of the Winds out of the fear of their power; sealed to sleep forever under the eyes of thier guardians.
Using dark magick and sheer force of will he called them forth, the three great Dragon Lords of Old. And bound them to his will. Enslaved they had no choice but to follow his command. And under his command they swept across the lands and drove the FrostWolves before them until they were pushed right back to their cities. Faced by this overwhelming power, they too had no choice but to bend the knee. But they wore it like fury, fury they kept buried deep. These new times continued for generations. The Ardenta ruled with steely force and iron will, holding all the lands under their sway. But no power or rule lasts for ever.