Founding
It was said that the Somber Night fell over the Frontier with great vigor. As if the realm itself readily strode into a cycle of habitual slaughter. Fiery hearts of retribution thrust forth, screaming out wildly only to be masked by an era of countless fables and legend. No one was really sure who started it.
All that is known is that it all began with the destruction of a single city and the howlings of countless thousands of Ynellian children.
A pillar of Ashborn society had seemingly been eradicated in a mere moment and with them, so it seemed, the sanity of the land. So many innocents lost to the sword or burnt to crisps by uncaring shades (fugitive mages). It took years-no-centuries to recover from the treachery brought about by the foolish King Treivys, but the Ynellian persevered. Under the care of DUKE, a haven was established as the Däremellan of Geul were relocated to the Timber and gifted the lands of Marríz Chavia.