A Brief History of the Realm
Lets begin with the line of Dorne, shall we?
You see, about 1500 years ago, Uthra was a wild place; the region we now know as Kaelish, even more so. Back then, there were no kings, instead, a vast empire extended from all ends of the realm. The Uthrans were marvels of their time, which is why so many civilizations fell to them. Sure they conquered many by the sword, but there were also many who simply bowed down and groveled at their magic and engineering, allowing themselves to become overwhelmed by their ingenuity. Of course, the Uthran emperors were known for their greed and vicious nature, so some simply fell in line out of fear.
There came a time, however, when the empire had no more people to conquer, and thus an empire whose economy was built on constant expansion, become rapidly unstable. Well, the emperor at the time, Ottos, decided that a single unified empire wasn’t working, so, “aha!, maybe if I split it up”, he thought. “Maybe if there was some sort of strong local power, another link in the chain of the monarchy, maybe I can give up some power to them so long as they still serve me, what do I care?”
Perhaps he was right, but he certainly doomed his endeavor by naming all five of his sons as the local kings. You see, there was no way, no way! that all five of those boys would have gotten along. It took one year, one year! after the death of Emperor Ottos before his sons were at each other’s throats over who would become emperor.
Well, there was one who did not want to play that game. Sure he had been given the region of Kaelish. Sure there were few cities and indeed very little in the sense of valuable resources, but Dorne was not swayed, he wanted no part of the emperor; he was content with his sliver of land. So! After 40 years of war, this brother attacked this brother, and that brother killed this brother, and so on until it was just Dorne, Arne, and Gale.
Gale took the eastern section, though he certainly had a larger army, he was wise enough to know when he would be overextending, and Arne took most of the west. Most of the west except for Kaelish, which did not sit well with him one bit. You see Arne was frustrated, he wanted to push back into Gale’s realm, but his army would surely be crushed. So it was then, that Arne decided to take from Dorne the land of Kaelish.
Good thing for the mild tempered Dorne, he had an uncle, Richard. Well, half uncle anyway, half-orc for that matter too. Yes, somewhere along the line, good old Ottos had his way with an orc woman, gods only know why!, but anyway there he was, Richard the Bastard. Or, as Dorne insisted that he be called, Richard the Dorne. Well Rirchard very early on had been ordered to protect and serve Dorne by Ottos, and as it turns out, Richard came to liking the aloof lad quite a bit.
Anyway, Richard gathered what few soldiers he could and determined that they didn’t have a fighting chance, so they built several large boats, brought everyone they could fit and journeyed to the Shattered Islands off the northwest coast of Kaelish. Now, they are called the shattered islands because, they look as if some bored god took a mountain, threw it into the sea, and then proceeded to punch it wildly. Of course, the islands had been explored previously, but to no avail. It seems that, for whatever reason, the islands crawl with magical creatures.
Naturally, Arne pursued the citizens of Kaelish to the islands, however, Dorne had done some work of his own in preparation. You see, Dorne had always had a knack for magic, particularly with convincing people to aid him. So when Arne’s army arrived at the Shattered Islands, they were met with wolves, and wild elves, and a witch or two; even the mysterious Ironsong Dwarves, who typically aim to stay neutral, came to his aid with a golem or two. Needless to say, Arne went home empty handed, and his army disbanded.
After that, well things got quiet for a while. The city of Klasch was founded back on mainland Kaelish, and Dorne built a city, the kingdom over the lake, on the Shattered Islands, named so, because, with the help of the dwarves, it was built on elegant stone arches over a lake, as legend has it.
Life was good for a while, till the Whisperer came to power, but for a while life was good, and I think now that the Whisperer is gone, we can expect it to be good again.
-Lester Wallace, Scribe for Lord Drem Aithne