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Érennia an Irish mythology inspied fantastical world of Fairys, Men, and Buchels, and is rich in history and lore. Although the world has finally seen the end of the days of Baeler, the evil Mynor, the days of Mortal Men are haunted by a new evil king, Abaddon, and his Death's Crown.

"I denounce the words of thy king whom sets himself in his throne hidden, not unlike his ancestors in the times of the rivers of blood in your kingdom. Your people crumble under my simple words, and the might of the greatest of the Mynori, and the armies o his governance. I find this to be all too sensible; that you and your race are surely doomed the dust of time by the doings of the most supreme being. Your lands shall be inhabited by the mockery of your race brought to you by your very own god, whom is too weak to even stop me from destroying his beloved world. Even the rest of the mynor, whom you belove so much, are too weak even as to bother the trip rom Heathelia. Your armies shall crumble into rivers of blood, not unlike what I have witnessed before with your people. Your arrogence as a leader will lead to the downfall of the Danatua, but all is not lost. I have but one reason to spare your worthless and ungratefull lives. If you should be keen to worship your lord Meldur and bow before him in humility, you shall be granted peace or eternity in my kingdom.
-Meldor 

"You speak with a tongue twisted and heart withered, for your name hath been loathed throughout my brethen's days, and thy skin reflects the black shadow of demise, for your heart aches of fear and hatred. You back away in terror from the might of the Mynori, and you hide in fear from the sight of Eowaria himself, or even if your eyes were to glance at his powerful image, his holy light is to put out your dark abiss. Even if all but one of us fall, and only one survives to tell the tale, we will gladly demise in knowing that one day the next generation of the world will see you put into a long torterous life in a land far away from vengance.
-Edar Fëinus