Joscelin
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History
Sept 11, 2009 2:41:05 GMT -5
Post by Joscelin on Sept 11, 2009 2:41:05 GMT -5
It has been said that once Elysia had been slick with dew and overgrown with forests and lush landscapes. That our land was once fertile and majestic; a feast for the eyes and awe-inspiring. It has also been said, both by mouth and ancient tomes, that Elysia had been ruled with utmost just and respect; with love and care. These are tales of a time that had once been; the final age before mankind had leapt forth and into a new era.
Scholars believe that Emperor Tiberius had been the first and last ruler of Elysia that had utmost control of the land and people. He was respected and loved by the people, but for good reason. He never steered them wrong, and within their time, he had led them toward their own respective Golden Age where they had harnessed the art of cultivation and irrigation, and other such innovations that had led their lives along peacefully toward a simplistic way of being. It's not only this though. In fact, there's much more to the entirety of this picture; of this world.
Their government was that of democracy, or so such had been said. Despite the fact that Tiberius held complete rule, and nigh final judgment, they held court proceedings over anything that dealt with politics or business; anything that dealt with the people directly, no matter how major or minor such would be. Everyone benefited from such a ruling between Emperor and Council within the public forum, and equality was known but soon forgotten after Tiberius' untimely death.
You see, Tiberius had been cursed, or so the people had said, despite the fact that Tiberius had done them right throughout the years, Tiberius had never been granted a son or daughter. There had been no set heir for his throne and the public forum had swiftly become a place full of harsh negotiations and diplomatic acts; democracy swifty becoming something else entirely.
Desperate for action and to instill peace into the people who had begun to tremble with knowledge that their superiors knew not what to do, one man stood for the people; Marcellus, Tiberius' distant cousin and the State's high alchemist - a mad man, truly, or so people had said. They weren't sure what to think of this man who did not even utter a word but allowed his black powder to fill the forum with a thunderclap that left ears ringing.
He told them then: "Tiberius has promised you a golden age but all he has brought you to are your bickerings ways; yelling at the top of your lungs and tugging at one another. Tiberius failed to find the Golden Age you have all thought to have; no, but I know how we can, and I'm the only one who could show you all. I am the one who has the knowledge that you all crave."
Texts suggest, centuries after of course, that Marcellus had usurped the seat of power from Tiberius, and that he had been plotting the downfall of Tiberius singlehandedly with the Emperor's wife Cecilia's assistance. It's true that Tiberius had been a grand ruler, but the truth was, was that Tiberius held mankind at a stand still and denied the use of any of Marcellus' innovations and inventions. He had stated that eventually such things would be the downfall of mankind, but Marcellus had been certain of otherwise. Still, Tiberius kept Marcellus within the shadows and denied the use of his explosive powder or even the power that Marcellus learned harness...
Steam.
Marcellus' rule over Elysia was not an easy one though. He was held at an arm's length and looked upon with uncertainty by the populace, but followed along with everything they had been told and promised. A Golden Age? Perhaps! Why wouldn't they long for such a thing? Life could become better and they'd live as kings, and truth be told, they had...for some time until reality was sinking in fast and deep; crushing them under the weight.
Centuries pass and soon a millenium and now the land of Elysia has been marked by mankind's debacle; their hands sullying mother earth and leaving the ground pocked and torn asunder. All along the descendents of the high alchemist Marcellus rule over Elysia with an iron fist as the words Tiberius uttered slowly becomes a reality.
Technology was becoming their downfall.
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