Wachalen: City of Strife
"When I and my companions
arrived in Wachalen it was with the best of intentions. I could not have
imagined the carnage that would ensue, nor the madness of civil war that had
descended upon the mountainous valley, a conflict which spiraled out from the
bleak castle guarding the pass like a maelstrom engulfing all in its
path.
"We arrived as four
explorers charting out a foreign land of decadent corruption and draconian
fascism, to explore the easternmost reach of the dreaded territory of the
so-called "Final Lands." What we found was a guerilla war between the
native sylvan elves and a bitter garrison of soldiers who were culled from the
crudest and most despicable criminals in a land run by criminals.
"It was, as my old
taskmaster in the Temple used to say, "Time for a messy clean-up."
--Excerpt from the Travelogue
of Corlance dann Veraskon
Castle Wachalen (Wyldraven) |
Part I: The History of
Wachalen
Wachalen is an ancient fortress that was built during an age
long gone, its first foundation laid by high elves (the Suethenurien folk) more
than 3,500 years ago, the quasi-mythical time of the War of the Gods. The old
tales speak of the great fortress as a masterpiece of ancient elven engineering
and architecture, erected to stand fast in the Atalonian Mountain Pass of the
southern Greenmantle Mountains against an invasion by the abyssal armies of
that lost era.
As the stories go, Wachalen was then called Atalon’dar,
meaning “Throne of the Mountains” in old elvish. It was meant to protect the
heartland from the warring armies of the north in a time when gods walked the
earth in physical form, using armies of angels and demons to fight for
supremacy over the mortal realm. The fortress, according to these legends,
served to repel a vast army of demonic invaders and cult warriors to the chaos gods,
but it suffered greatly. Some tales say ten thousand elvish warriors died
standing in defense of the pass, and that one needs to dig but a few inches
into the soil to find the bones of these warriors and their fallen enemy. Other
tales say that less than a few hundred warriors managed to stave off the
demonic hordes for weeks before receiving aid. All tales agree that the
fortress was blasted nearly to oblivion in that era, and that this explains the
charred, blackened walls and stone of the region. Local farmers in the high
valley pass will also attest to the fact that it is nigh impossible to plow the
ground without exposing bones of some sort. Many bones clearly belonged to men
and elves, but a great many more appear to have been those of terrifying
beasts, judging by the chaotic and disturbing appearance of the remains.
Over many centuries the fortress served either as a garrison
of defense in times of war or as a peaceful community where overland trade was
conducted. The trade routes east out of the mountains lead to Saddikar (once
Blackholm) in the north, as well as Akalios and Ostenar (of Sendral) to the
east. The largely unruled and independent folk of the southern Hyrkanian
desertlands beyond the mountain often rely on Wachalen (as well as Ostenar) for
trade and commerce. They sometimes even seek the council of the ruling lord at
the castle, to resolve legal disputes or criminal accusations.
Eleven centuries ago there was a period of great turmoil.
The old Hyrkanian Empire was in decline and a dark age had fallen upon the
Middle Kingdoms. Octzel was in disarray and was fracturing into multiple
smaller kingdoms during the Hundred Year War, and a mystery as yet unresolved
led to the Great Deluge, which began with a tidal flood along the coast that destroyed
countless towns and cities, after which
the sea level rose by a measure of dozens of feet in some regions, flooding
coastland and forcing people to move inland to secure ground. During this time
the high elves of old Sylvias sent many stranded folk to dwell in and around
Wachalen, as part of a relocation effort to deal with the shrinking coastland.
To the south, the devastation was much greater as the broken
land-mass of Karaktu, which consisted of a cluster of large islands, was
engulfed in the flood waters, destroying the empires of old. This led to the
exodus of the old Argosean people, who in turn sought refuge elsewhere, and
tens of thousands of these refugees arrived on the shores of Sylvias. The high
elves, though reticent to accept so many humans into their land, felt there was
little choice in the matter but to be as accommodating as they could. (See the
introduction to Golmadras for more on this).
The flooding of the Deluge lasted for about a century, after
which a newer and more dreadful event transpired. About a thousand years ago
came the horrific plague years when the undead god Unarak unleashed a plague of
undeath upon the land. Wachalen was once again reinforced by warriors who stood
fast against the darkness, though this time the troops were Golmadran men or
sympathizers, for after several decades the Golmadrans went from immigrants to
rulers of the land in a bloody civil war that lasted for three decades. The
elves were vanquished and many had fled to other lands to escape. The dark
elves of Modra had risen to power. In this time Wachalen was placed under
control of the dark elf named Malador Verastain, a cruel warlord and powerful
servant of the demon lord Kostchie. Verastain led the human and dark elf forces
(as well as many elvish slaves) to victory against the hordes of undead which
swept into the pass, keeping it clear and defending Golmadras from the
encroaching hoards. Despite the slaughter that went on in the mountain pass, it
was noted by many that the undead hordes never struck along the coast or
anywhere else in the mountains, which while largely impassable for men would
prove to be mere inconveniences for the relentless undead. The emperor, or
course, claimed it was divine protection of his realm. Malador Verastain argued
otherwise, saying it was the diligence of his men.
In the end Malador Verastain was assassinated by his own
mother, Lady Caervalle of house Verastain. His success brought much honor to
her clan, but he was apparently accused of consorting with wood elves, and it
was said that he had a relationship with Erinesse Valdari, the daughter of the
wood elf king Draegas in the high mountains of Eflin. This was too much of an
affront, and when rumors of a bastard child surfaced Lady Caervalle contracted
the Fire Knives to kill him. Today, his vast and deep tomb can be found in the
necropolis east of the city, where it is said that the warlord was buried with
illegitimate child and his immediate followers, wives and concubines. Despite
being a hero of Golmadras, the emperor stood idly by while the dark elves
exacted their own punishment. Some local legends suggest that Malador returned
from the grave, and that his vampiric presence can be felt in the streets of
the castle and town on moonless nights.
Malador Verastain |
Over the last millennium as Golmadras grew, so too did
Wachalen. It became a prosperous center of overland trade, more so than in the
previous years under the elves, for Golmadras despite its imperialist nature
was ever receptive to merchants and coin. The elves of old Sylvias had always
been a guarded lot against outsiders (and the Golmadrans proved why). Now,
Wachalen was open to all who had coin and goods. This prosperity turned the
mountain pass from a remote fortress and township into a sprawling urban city
in the high mountains.
This prosperity was not to last, however. Within the last
century and a half the city has suffered economically as much of the overland
trade dried up due to growing conflict between Golmadras and its neighbors. In
the current era (3,501 aw) Wachalen is a city that appears to have slipped into
squalor and decadence, a place where the very rich and the very poor commingle
and merchants find themselves less and less interested in staying for trade and
business. Much of the overland trade has shifted to the young independent
city-state of Erazad to the east, and the current ruling governor of Wachalen,
the porcine Count Verask Mataelen is furious at the competition Erazad
provides. He has petitioned the emperor himself to demand that the Golmadran
fleet take action against the budding polity, but for reasons yet unknown to
the public no immediate action has been taken. Behind the scenes there is a suspicion that Erazad
has fallen under the protection of both Sendral and the Iron Kingdoms, such
that to attack it would be to start a war with two powerful neighbors. The Count
does not care, however, and has been looking at creative ways to fund his own
private army with a measure of deniability to cause harm to Erazad. Right now
this comes in the form of bandit and orc raids along the trade routes leading
to Erazad.
Count Verask Mataelen |
While the Count worries about his petty trade wars with
Erazad, a bigger threat looms. Since the dawn of Gomadras in a blood war
against the old native elves, the sylvenurien wood elves of the northern Eflin
Mountains have managed to survive against their neighbors for centuries now
thanks to their all but impenetrable kingdom within the high mountains. Early
on in the rise of Golmadras Wachalen was a center of military operations against the wood elves, but little progress was ever made as the wood elves proved to
be the only folk who could safely navigate the treacherous fey-shrouded
dominion in which they dwelled. Entire regiments of Golmadran soldiers were
said to have disappeared into thin air. Soldiers would go on patrol and return
a day later, aged eighty years, or go to sleep and awaken as mewling infants in
their bunks. It was a war that could not be fought, and eventually the
Golmadrans decided to leave well enough alone.
In recent decades something changed, however. The wood elves
have begun to emerge from their high mountain kingdom, at first for an
occasional raid, but frequently they have gotten bolder and more aggressive.
Wachalen is at the heart of this rising conflict as the wood elves engage in
frequent, often weekly guerilla strikes against their forces. Some strategists
of the Count suspect that there is a connection between the elves and the city
state of Erazad, though no one has proven this yet, but of the few elves
captured or killed in these raids it has been noted that some of their gear
appears not to be elven-made.
Today, travelers in the region can expect to be at risk of
an attack by wood elves, beset by bandits privately backed by the Count,
threatened by the large local militia, oppressed by the private militaries of
local lesser nobles or roughed up by desperate and penniless citizens. Wachalen is a kettle pot about to boil over into insurrection and civil conflict.
The Eastern Passage |
Next: Part II, an overview of Wachalen, its occupants and environs
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