Empire of Stormland
- This nation is part of Paradisecraft
Empire of Stormland | |
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 Imperial Crest
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Motto: Truth, Unity, Justice Imperial Motto: In Supreme Being We Trust | |
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Anthem: Imperial Anthem of Stormland | |
| Status | Active |
| Capital and largest city | Stormland City |
| Official languages | English |
| Ethnic groups |
Humans Elves Dwarves |
| Religion |
Imperial Cult Imperial Monotheism |
| Demonym(s) |
Stormlandese (official) Imperial (popular) |
| Government | Unitary Ceremonial Absolute Monarchy |
• Head of State | Emperor |
• Head of Government | Grand Chancellor |
• De-facto leader(s) |
Lord Alexander Alfred Johnson |
• Executive Branch | Imperial Council |
• Legislative Branch | Imperial Parliament |
• Judicial Branch | Supreme Court |
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• Imperial Unification | 0 DIA |
• Great Earthland War | 10 AIA |
• Elvenland War | 15 AIA |
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Special Abilities/Weapons: Love Embodiment, Hope Embodiment, Justice Embodiment, Order Embodiment, Indomitable Will, Indomitable Honor, Indomitable Compassion, Indomitable Loyalty, Limitless Resourcefulness, Limitless Manpower, Limitless Wealth, Mastery and Knowledge of Sacred Magic, Advanced Technology, Magical Technology, Interdimensional Travel Ability, Universal Dominion (to the Known Universe) | |
Stormland, officially known as the Empire of Stormland, also commonly referred to as the Stormlandese Empire, and simply referred to by its citizens as The Empire. It is an interdimensional human empire and a majestic imperial utopia, currently ruled by Emperor Alexander, with a strong and faithful dedication in providing protection and welfare to countless civilized species (both alien and magical) throughout the Known Universe. Its capital and largest city is Stormland City. The Empire of Stormland is rumored to have dominion over the Known Universe. They are the archenemies of the Empire of Chaosland.
It is also an interdimensional superpower that protects the blessed innocents and punishes the sinful criminals and the only superpower to dominate interdimensional affairs. Driven by unity and tradition, the Empire consists of powerful cultures and groups bound not by desperation or necessity, but by their deep commitments to abstract concepts like nobility, honor, faith, justice and sacrifice. Striving to represent these high ideals, its many different peoples all contribute their technical, arcane and spiritual wisdom toward the shared goal of preserving order throughout Stormland and creating a prosperous and righteous empire.
In the heart of the interdimensional expanse lay the Empire of Stormland, a vibrant realm woven from the silken threads of countless dimensions. At the helm of this majestic empire was Emperor Alexander, an Interdimensional Human Entity, whose very essence pulsated with the energy of creation itself. With eyes that shimmered like twin galaxies, he saw all that was—past, present, and future. The empire’s formation had not been a mere whim; it arose from the ashes of despair as countless worlds fell prey to the vicious grasp of malevolent forces. Raging tides of darkness slithered at the edges of reality, threatening to consume the fragile light of existence. But Emperor Alexander, with his unwavering resolve and brilliance, crafted the Empire as a bastion of hope, a citadel of protection for the Known Universe.
From his ethereal throne, Alexander summoned the elements, forging alliances with celestial beings and whispering counsel to ancient spirits. His abodes gleamed with iridescent towers where scholars of time and fate convened, continually honing strategies to fend off the encroaching shadows. Each dawn, they convened to offer their insights, as echoes of foreboding threats loomed just beyond the fabric of their reality. One fateful day, a tremor rippled through the cosmos, a prelude of chaos heralding the arrival of a powerful Chaos Sorcerer, a titanic harbinger of annihilation. With dark tendrils unfurling from his form, he sought the heart of Stormland. The air crackled with tension, and even the stars seemed to dim in anticipation.
Emperor Alexander, sensing the disturbance, rose to meet this overwhelming force, his celestial forms merging with the very essence of creation itself. As he confronted the Chaos Sorcerer amidst the swirling tides of creation, the clash rattled dimensions. Energy surged like a tempest, illuminating the abyss with scintillating brilliance. In the end, it was not brute force that prevailed but the pure, unyielding light of unity. With each strike, Alexander reshaped the battle into a dance of harmony, where darkness could not stand against the collective light of his empire. As the Chaos Sorcerer faltered, a surge of hope resonated throughout the Known Universe.
When the dust settled and silence enveloped the battlefield, Alexander stands triumphant—a shining beacon amid swirling chaos. Cheers erupted from all corners of his empire, for they knew, as long as he ruled, the Empire of Stormland would forever guard against the tide of darkness, embodying an indomitable spirit of resilience and unity.
They would serve as the main protagonists of Paradisecraft.
History
Great Earthland War
In the beginning, the cosmos oscillated between light and shadow, teetering on the precipice of an ancient truth. Stormland, aglow with divine brilliance, stood as a bastion of hope, ruled by Emperor Alexander. He held dominion over the celestial realms, his spirit intertwined with the very fabric of reality. His followers revered him, knowing that his radiant presence warded off the tide of darkness that threatened existence itself. Across the rift of dimensions lay Chaosland, a dismal realm of desolation, ruled by the feared Emperor Garanoth—a towering figure of malevolence forged from the chaos of collapsing stars. His laughter echoed through the void, chilling the hearts of even the most valiant warriors. The air thickened with dread as he plotted the conquest of Earthland, a fragile jewel caught between their opposing forces.
The Great Earthland War was ignited when Garanoth, driven by insatiable thirst for dominion, unleashed legions of interdimensional demons upon Earthland with swift malevolence. Corruption seeped into the very soil as darkness unfurled its tendrils. Skeletons of once-thriving cities sprawled beneath a shadowy sky, as hope wrestled against despair. In response, Emperor Alexander summoned every champion from the realms under his watch—elven archers, dwarven warriors, and celestial beings emanating pure light. Together, they forged an alliance like none the universe had ever seen, standing resolute amidst the encroaching dark.
The final confrontation erupted on the ethereal battleground of Ascended Heights, where the sky burned with colors unseen. As Alexander collided with Garanoth, their powers clashed in a blaze of divine energy and infernal fury. The earth trembled, and reality itself shimmered at the edges, as god and demon battled for the soul of Earthland. In a climax that seemed to stretch for eternity, Alexander's indomitable will pierced through Garanoth's chaos, sending the demon spiraling into the void from whence he came. The skies cleared, and the light reclaimed its dominion. Order was restored, but not without sacrifice. Ayla, the brave knight who had stood at Alexander's side, lay among the fallen, a testament to the cost of peace.
As the echoes of war faded, Emperor Alexander mourned his lost champions, vowing to protect the fragile balance of existence with newfound vigilance. For he knew well that darkness never truly vanishes; it lingers, waiting for the opportune moment to rise again. But for now, the people of Earthland danced in the sunlight, their prayers whispered into the winds, and hope flourished once more in the shadows of time.
Elvenland War
In the verdant expanse of Elvenland, where arching trees whispered ancient secrets and the air shimmered with enchantments, a shadow loomed larger than any blight the elves had ever faced. Emperor Garanoth of Chaosland, a capricious demon with an insatiable hunger for conquest, had breached the veil between worlds. His eyes glinted with malice, and his legions surged like an inferno, eager to snuff out the light of Elvenland.
High King Geltheril Tinderfall, a beacon of hope among his people, surveyed the battlefield from his crystalline tower. The forests trembled with the march of Garanoth’s demonic horde, threatening to engulf their sacred lands. Drawing breath, he sent forth a plea that echoed through the realms — a summons to Emperor Alexander, the sovereign ruler of Stormland. High in the celestial aether, Alexander pondered the anguish of the elves. Countless souls hung in the balance, their fates entwined with honor and bloodshed. With a distant smile, he conjured an Imperial Expeditionary Force, an awe-inspiring legion led by resplendent warriors clad in divine armor, shimmering golden under the sun. Their mission pulsed with the clarity of justice: to aid Geltheril and defend the essence of Elvenland.
As the celestial host descended, the elves rallied, hope rekindling in their hearts. The clash of steel against the onyx blades of Garanoth’s fiends echoed across the forested glades, illuminated by blinding flashes of divine light. The alliance of Immaculate Heaven and the ethereal Elvenkind was a sight to behold. Under the watchful gaze of Alexander, the battle began to sway. Each elf, urged by Geltheril’s indomitable spirit, fought with the vigor of their ancestors. As the dark tides turned against Garanoth, his fury boiled, but the flawless union of celestial and earthly forces proved unyielding. With a final surge, Geltheril summoned the last reserves of nature’s wrath, the roots of the earth sprang forth, ensnaring the demon beneath a living chain, while the angels rained down the brilliance of paradise, sealing Garanoth’s fate.
In the aftermath, amidst the scents of fresh pine and freedom, Geltheril stood side by side with Alexander. Elvenland had survived, its spirit unbroken. Garanoth may have retreated into the shadows from whence he came, but he had learned that in unity, even the strongest could falter. The luminosity of eternal bonds, with whispers of ancient magic and the might of divinity, would forever safeguard their world against the darkness lurking just beyond the veil.
Imperial Symbols
Flag of the Empire of Stormland
Lesser Arms of the Empire of Stormland
Greater Arms of the Empire of Stormland
Crest of the Empire of Stormland
Crest of the Empire of Stormland (Alternate)
Arms of the Imperial House of Stormland
Personal Crest of the Emperor of Stormland
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