The Story So Far:

The world of Ae'Ire turned on an axis of beauteous passion for life. A massive world with nearly unlimited resources, a world filled with magic, constantly repairing herself throughout the ages as time never ceased to open the gates to happiness, joy, sorrow, and hate. You find yourself standing in the fields of the largest plain in the world, spanning across hundreds of miles with no bearing end. You find yourself staring into an ocean of fire, liquid molten energy flowing for miles. You find yourself literally walking upon clouds, held aloft by sparks a thousand miles from the ground. You find yourself in front of a city made of silver and gem, shining back the sun's rays with breathtaking beauty.

You find yourself within Ire.


You are now within a world unlike any other. A final destination for a legends and fantasy of magic. Your story will begin here, in the most beautiful and mysterious world there will ever be. Your story will end here, in a world filled with the darkest ages of blood with peace ripped apart, to ages cascading with light and joy to flood the land, seas, and sky. Your story will begin, and come to an end. And after you have closed the pages, another story is waiting to be told, by your hand.





As we follow the beginning of your path into Ae'Ire, the stages have already been set. The two ruling nations of Boltaria and Dyseria have balanced an unsightly peace through an invisible wall of one-sided dominance. The peaceful rule of the Boltarians, and the forcibly peaceful rule of the Dyserians. The Monarch of Dyseria was always ahead of the others, knowing what they wanted and what they needed. Having plentiful lands and more than enough resources, she would always attempt to settle fights by offering a compromise. This lead to a cycle of perpetual peace. However, one of her advisers got sick of having to compromise to keep up the peace. This being said, he undermined Dyseria's leadership, and began to launch an attack on Bolitaria. The monarchs of the Boltaria couldn't let this go unpunished, and sought revenge on Dyseria. Though Dyseria's Monarch repetitively denied the attacks, the Boltarians ignored what was said and continued to war with Dyseria. The adviser planned it out so that they would be too busy fighting each other to care about their own land...

However, the flames of war were short lived. In only a month's time... They appeared.


Under a banner never seen within this world before, they shattered all expectations of militant possibilities. An army that somehow only continued to grow as it marched across the other side of the world that would invade every inhabited city or country, and assimilate it. However, these people taken into the rule of this mysterious banner chose to fight with the strangers which defied the commodity of choices. A mysterious army that was swiftly gaining territory with a never ending stream of invasions to bring them into the group, like an infection. This banner claimed the name of Concuclare.


Due to the surprise of this new power, the leader of Dyseria and its powerful militant force, alongside the genius mentality and unparalleled wisdom of the Boltaria had an audience with the leader of Concuclare. This lead to the spark. The audience lasted for ten days, as Dyseria and Boltaria could not comprehend the Concuclare's goal and how it attracted so many people.

Concuclare aimed to destroy the world.


Now, the Kingdom of Boltaria and the Kingdom of Dyseria have formed a pact, and alliance to halt the Concuclare and their advances. However, the lack of trade and formal resources did not stop the Concuclare. With their abnormal unseen magic and incredible amount of inhabitants and passion, cities, farms, national land marks, mines, everything an entire Nation would have that takes decades to finish was fully completed in under two years.

The stage is set with tensions high, as the incredible intellect with formal peace and desire for knowledge coerced with the desire for peaceful lands and kindness flowing with a control of power and prosperity, holding the gates against the threat that wanted to destroy the world.