The writings here within are simply random stories of a world known as Vignar which I am writing about. All writings are quite possibly going to be used at one time or another in the future in an RP should I ever feel like it. Anyway, to the writings.

“A God thinks not why the lesser beings praise him for he knows that he is of greater standing than the ants below him. It is quite true that a man who is seated in power and wealth think the same as a God. Yet, unlike a God, the power and wealth of a man will die out like a flame with limited firewood to burn. As such, the man must continue his rise or he will fall faster than a diving gryphon upon its prey. Wary should be the man who seeks greater power for he may well burn the wood of the dam which holds back the water from putting out his flame”
- As written in the Prefix to The Rise and Fall of Great Men, Nations, and Peoples of Higleat From the Age of the Phoenix to the Age of Gods by Scribe Wilhelm Harbrook of Couragh

“Over the course of history there have been multiple Ages all marked by the passing of one thousand years each time. The longest kept history as told by the Ruins of the Evermere goes all the way back to the Age of the Phoenix and continues up for nearly four ages until the Age of the Gods in which they died. As such, one can believe that our World of Vignar has been around for at least five thousand years. Though, this is all speculation as no written history exists before the Age of the Phoenix nor do any beings of Vignar live longer than a few hundred years. If perhaps the Dragons of old really lived through entire Ages, we might be privy to the information which they hold of the time before the Age of the Phoenix. Yet, they are nothing but myth for even the Evermerian records only recount fleeting stories of massive beings with wings of leather and scales which sparkled as if they carried a rainbow.

Despite all of this, I, Wilhelm Harbrook, do intend to lay before the men and women who are of the higher classes and know the Common tongue as it is written, a comprehensive history of the lands of Higleat and all those who have lived here within our world. Despite my ripe, young age of twenty-eight summers, I have studied the knowledge of many historians before me who were my Master’s Masters and the work of my own apprentices are compiled here within. It is to be understood that the writings here within are all done from the view of an outsider looking inward and may not reflect the actual course of History as is known by other races or even countries. If one possess a portion of knowledge which may disprove or help prove any of the writings here within true, please report of Couragh, if possible, with the information one possesses and they shall be provided a hefty sum coins for the accurate information.”

- As written in the Prologue to The Rise and Fall of Great Men, Nations, and Peoples of Higleat From the Age of the Phoenix to the Age of Gods by Scribe Wilhelm Harbrook of Couragh.





Throughout the many races which live upon the lands of Higleat there is one common story, the Creation of Vignar, which is always consistent with each other. Though barring minor deviations from the story told by the Evermere, the only changes within this story are of names. The Evermere, having been the oldest race to grace Higleat, are who we shall focus on in the telling of this story. It is to be understood by the reader that these are all interpretations of writings left by the Evermere and are not perfect translations. Thus, the story here within is not the proper recounting thereof as the knowledge to tell it as such is lacking in our current day and age. Now, onto the telling.

“In the infinite dark there sat a Being known to the Evermere as Ashira whose unrivaled power went upraised and unknown for all that was was darkness. In his unquenchable lust for his powers to be acknowledged, Ashira brought into existence the Four Planes which consisted of Azaria, Vignar, Bileat, and Kourk. Yet, he found the lands laking of those to worship him and crafted the Primordials, a race whose form was that of near pure energy. The Primordials knew of the great power of their lord and worshipped him but Ashira once again found them lacking. Thus, he brought the Dragons, a race of leather winged and rainbow scaled beings, into existence as well as the Evermere. The Dragons watched over all he created on Vignar and kept the balance of the lands, assuring that no one race nor country became more powerful than the other.

The Evermere were Ashira’s greatest creation though, beings whose minds were as malleable as gold and could bear knowledge of the world like a tilled field could bear wheat. Their long lives, measuring nearly three hundred at the oldest, allowed them to study the world and discover more of their bountiful lands as had been granted them by Ashira. Ashira, having succeeded in his own eyes, felt the draw of a rest which he could not fight off and thus split his power into many minor beings who would become the Pantheon to watch over the world while his Heart, a massive ebony and royal purple colored beauty of crystal, became the center of Vignar and would thus forever be known as the Heartstone. Life flourished on Vignar with the presence of the Heartstone at its core and many races came to be as the Pantheon worked with the powers they were given, often in an attempt to trump one or the other for whatever reason. Though the final annals of this myth are rather degraded, the current interpretation of their writings suggest that the Evermere believed that Ashira would return at some point to claim his position in the Heavens.”

The small village of Dourn, established in the Age of the Titans 901, is situated in by far the most strategic and yet most dangerous position for any man, woman, or child to ever live. Soldiers who often frequent the town on patrols even believe that the grounds of the Dourn are haunted by the ‘Spirits’ which live in the forest Everbloom a mere sixteen miles away. Common belief is held that the forest, which once was home to a race of beings known as Evermere, was cursed to trap the souls of those who entered the forest on the plane of Vilia for all of time. Yet, the curse may have backfired for the Evermere had never believed that their race would die in Everbloom and, as such, their souls were trapped near the forest after they were wiped out by a disease brought upon them by the arrival of Men into the area. Since the death of the the Evermere, entering or even approaching the forest is a harrowing experience as once can hear the slight movement of dry leaves from footsteps other than one’s own. It is also believed that the night of the full moon is far too dangerous a time to be near Everbloom for the ‘Spirits’ are at their strongest and are often believed to assault people who are unprotected.

On the other hand, no army has ever willingly traveled through Everbloom for fear of death and the only other passage through the Valley in which Dourn rests is a separate forest itself known as Ironvale. Yet, whomever controls Dourn also controls Ironvale as there are several outposts which are within and along the entire length of Ironvale which no man nor fey could deny as being nearly impossible to raid and capture. In the past, Dourn use to allow the passage of plenty of men and women from the nations on Bournkoff into the nations of Higleat but this all changed with the coming off the Couragian Empire on its conquests in the lands of Higleat. With the nation’s xenophobic practices after the assimilation of nearly twenty small city states after its formation in the Age of Titans 940, Couragia declared that those on Bournkoff were enemies of the state and those who lived within their lands would be forcibly removed or otherwise have their souls forcefully separated from their physical bodies. In a show of force, Couragia captured Dourn and slaughtered the many travelers who believed the declaration to be nothing but a farce. With a cry of outrage, the many tribes of Bournkoff were separated from those who had traveled to Higleat looking for a new life away from the frozen north.

Now in the Age of Gods 20, the Couragian Empire is one of four Kingdoms which rule Higlac yet carries the most power as they practically control the seas and air with the inventions of steam powered ships and zeppelins. Meanwhile in the frozen wastes of Bournkoff, a massive nation has recently formed under the lead of a mage known as Kirim Vandt whose conquest of the might Yuzaf and and Jous clans through peaceful means allowed him to assimilate their nearly twenty-five servant clans. For the first time in nearly twenty years, Couragia is facing a threat from Bournkoff as Kirim looks to push his boundaries into the rich lands of Higleat. War sits on the horizon and the city of Dourn is at the center of everybody’s attention. Soldiers from Couragia have gathered outside its borders and have been assembling massive war machines and camps for weeks while the advancing hordes of Barbarians from Bournkoff’s depths could be seen and heard as they party and pray to their Gods of Wars to give them victory.