Thread:Psychohotdog/@comment-26108027-20170911130318/@comment-26383377-20170912194340

All empires are doomed to fail, that is how history is destined to be. The great Ostoran Empire was a monolithic powerhouse, a gargantuan beast that continued to absorb more and more land as it expanded. The tip of the Ostoran spearhead was the famed legend Calthor himself, who led the Empire's many campaigns against Linaymena's native population.

Calthor eventually usurped complete power over his empire by killing his father. His influence and strength, coupled with the power of his army, was beyond imagination. His strength was uncontested, and he continued to expand his empire, until...

A great native warrior emerged from the tribespeople of linaymena, uniting the tribes under one banner, and clashing against Calthor's armies. The natives finally began to win back land, until the two reached a bloody stalemate which lasted a good part of a decade. The fate of this war was decided during the Battle of Mount Vulcan, when the legendary tribal warrior led an army up the steep Mount Vulcan, eventually reaching Calthor's personal base of operations. They stormed the fort, and a bloody battle ensued.

Calthor and the warrior stood face to face, and engaged in one final duel. Calthor the great, Calthor the merciless, Calthor the terrible, Calthor the unrelenting. Despite his fame and influence, he fell in battle against this legendary tribal warrior, but not before taking this warrior with him...

The Ostoran empire was fractured, each duke and lord fought for power. Many claimed that they were, in fact, Calthor's heirs. They might have lied, they might have told the truth. Nobody could tell. The heirs fought for the throne, eventually dividing their empire into lesser, warring states. They were in a perpetual state of war, which allowed the savages to finally take back their land, and drive the humans away.

That was the story of Calthor the great.

Or at least, that's what they say....