Azakatethia

Otherwise known as the first desert, this place was once known to be the home of various forms of life and cultures. But, everything came to an end when a Chaos God cursed the land to wither away and die. After the affliction of the curse, the people of the desert lands underwent horrific changes, mentally and physically. Their Bodies were wrung out like a towel as the moisture was sucked from their skin, every drop of water was drained from the land, and gradually the inhabitants of the land like the plants and wildlife, soon died off.

The ones who were able to survive were a shell of their former selves, a husk left over from the great heat and dryness that had ridiculed their homeland. The people were in pain and were suffering greatly, so they did the only thing they could do in this situation, They prayed. The citizens prayed and begged the gods to save their homeland, but being a people from a different culture and land the gods did not listen. They simply turned away the beggars and refused to help them. Weak from thirst and scorched from the unrelenting rays from the sun, the people of Azakatethia had all but given up hope. One day, a figure dressed in rags and wearing a tan turban approached the dying civilization and offered them aid. This stranger asked the people of the land: "You are a people of great faith and potential. It brings me great sadness to see the beings to which you devote yourselves to have betrayed you're trust. I am a being of many talents, if you hail me as your one true god I shall save you from this depravity."

The people of Azakatethia looked up at the stranger with eyes full of hope, as he offered a hand to a worthless being such as them and all he asked for in return was to be acknowledged as their new patron deity. The people of the land were beyond happy to have been given such an offer, so with their weakened bodies they bowed and pledged complete loyalty to the stranger and hailed him as The Sovereign of Azakatethia. From there life for the people of the dry land steadily improved. Their new patron deity had done as promised and brought back the river which had flowed all throughout the land. The being also used his gifts of restore the people of Azakatethia, after many years being trapped within a husk of withering decay they were granted new flesh as well as a resistance to the overbearing sun and its intense solar rays.

The Traveler had done as promised and restored nearly all of Azakatethia to it's former glory. he also gave the citizens a very special gift, the people were given the knowledge of a secret and ancient art called Alchemy. With this newfound power the people could transform the sunbaked sand into fertile soil, as well as several worthless metals into very precious ones. Slowly nut surely the nation of Azakatethia rose up from the Sand covered depths back to their glory.

The Traveler spoke to the people of the land and said: "Take these gifts I bring to you, use them to save yourself and your children. so that one day they can spread the faith and prosperity with the rest of the world. But these gifts are not to be misused. They are that of the universe itself, and in this universe there are several dark objects and creatures. In Existence there is both Creation and Destruction, there must always be a balance to be maintained and upheld. Something can not be created without first giving up that of equal value first, if these laws are disregarded then a great cataclysm would engulf the land."

He warned the people of Azakatethia that the power they had been granted was no blessing nor was it a curse, however it was an opportunity to create something magnificent. Many years passed since the great revival of the land, and the traveler ruling as the Sovereign of Azakatethia started showing signs of fatigue and illness. The people did all they could to aid the savior of their homeland but everything was in vain, no medicine or remedy seemed to have any effect on their great ruler. Many set off into the world to look for some cure, none were ever successful. The Savior of their land was dying, and the people knew not how to help the one who had given them new life. As their ruler had entered his final moments, he wished that he had more time to spend with the people of this land who whom he loved so much. The people of the land were not going to give up and let their patron die. So the greatest Alchemists of the land got together and devised a plan to revive their great patron as he once did for them.

Everything seemed possible, the people worked day and night until finally it was complete, an ancient ritual that could restore the lifeforce of another. The citizens were finally able to help the sovereign but there was a cost to their actions. To give life, another life must be taken. Their patron was a godlike entity, one life would not suffice. The people of the land could not even begin to repay the kindness that their savior had given them. The price to be paid was steep, but they knew it must be done. And without a hint of fear of doubt, they activated the ritual and within a mass of Green light. the Sigil activated engulfing the entirety of the nation in Green light.

Just as the sun crest the mountains to the east, the Sovereign awoke suddenly. Panting heavily, but alive. He looked around but to his surprise there was nobody. As he sat up he realized that his skin looked new, as he rose to his feet he felt amazing. Nothing like he did before, he found this strange. But then a thought occurred, why was the city below so quiet? As he walked out into the glistening morning light and looked out upon the desert he realized why the city was so quiet. He realized, why he felt full again, full of a life that he did not originally possess. As the looked out into the sea of corpses belonging to his people.

Seeing this shook him to his core, as he walked through town with an expression frozen is disbelief. He passed through the city searching for someone, anyone who could reassure him. But the land was quiet. He fell to his knees, hands covering his face. A sickening feeling surrounded him, as if choking him from within. Everybody he had saved, had once used their own lifeforce to save his life. His people, his family were all gone. Erased, from existence. Just as he had given them a second chance at life, they had also done the same for him. Their final gift, to their savior.

--Nation Lore Written By Sekren

[firebreathingfish#6870 on discord..] (I do profession lore writings. But this one is my own.)