Written by Aelyzabeth von Thors.
Ten thousand years had passed since the downfall of the House of Caesar-Thors.The world had wandered through ages of chaos, darkness, and the sundering of a hundred realms.Cities rose and perished like stars extinguished in the endless night.Mankind, lost amidst the ruins of its own ambition, sought power without purpose, glory without wisdom, and peace without virtue.
Yet in the dim twilight of that forgotten age, there arose a man —one whose name would be etched upon the very bones of history, and whose shadow would stretch beyond eternity itself.
His name was Aerys von Thors the First, scion of an ancient noble line descending from a Marquis of the elder blood.Fair was his visage, pale as sculpted ivory, with locks of silver-white that curled like the snows upon the high mountains.His eyes, of deep emerald hue, gleamed with the light of reason that no darkness could quench.Though he had lived a century of years, his countenance remained youthful, and his bearing was that of strength, grace, and unyielding will.
But Aerys was not as other lords born of privilege and title.For he was a man of boundless genius — master of war and wisdom alike, skilled in the arts of governance, diplomacy, and philosophy.Through ninety long years he gathered strength, forging from ruin a new dominion, and binding to his cause the hearts of men who had long lost faith.At last, upon the eastern edge of the world, he proclaimed the founding of his realm — the mighty Empire of Saelyen.
Saelyen was a land reborn — a cradle of new civilization wrought by the hand of intellect and mercy.Emperor Aerys ruled with justice tempered by compassion.He gave law to the lawless, learning to the lowly, and dignity to those long forgotten.Under his hand, art and science flourished, and philosophy once more took wing upon the winds of enlightenment.
Yet though his reign was crowned with virtue, Aerys was no stranger to war.In the field of battle he stood as a god among men — invincible, unbroken, and forever victorious.Those who beheld the banners of Saelyen unfurled upon the horizon knew well that their end was near.The clash of steel in his campaigns became the hymn of a changing world,and every triumph he wrought was a monument to the rebirth of mankind's glory.
Thus Aerys von Thors became not merely an emperor, but the very spirit of a new age —a bridge between the splendour of the past and the wisdom of the days yet to come.He stood as the symbol of hope and the living testament of humanity's enduring honour.
I, Aelyzabeth von Thors, bow my head in reverence to His Majesty —the light born amidst the dying embers of the world.He was the Flame that rekindled faith, the Voice that called mankind from its slumber of despair.He proved that goodness and intellect may yet rule where swords have failed,and that mercy may build where blood has long destroyed.
May the name and glory of Emperor Aerys von Thors the Firstendure beyond the fall of stars and the fading of time itself —so long as men speak the word civilization,so shall his spirit live within them forever.
— From the Chronicle of Aelyzabeth von Thors, Keeper of the Imperial Line.
Thus ends Chapter B-VIII.