Caelestis Role Play

History:
Age of Crusades: (roughly 2000 years ago)
During the age of crusades, Holy warriors battled the risen army of ‘the Dark One’ in several wars. Each war exhausted all the armies. The Dark One, however, replenished his lost soldiers by using the fallen crusaders and reanimating them into his own army. This extended the ‘crusades’ for decades at a time. The crusades eventually ended with the a unified front in which the greatest holy knights launched an assault on the Dark One’s obsidian citadel and crush him and it in a brilliant display of energy. The crusade last for over 300 years. His destruction was done at what is now the frosty capital of Issimir.

Eryzule had poised himself as the Ruler of Undeath and took the mantle of ‘Dark One’ as a way to spread fear through the land. He had underestimated the power of his foes due to the constant replenishing of troops. However, the pattern changed as more powerful foes and less numerous armies came at him. Having underestimate his foes he fled only to be destroyed by knights who sacrificed themself to stop him.

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Age of Ruin: (Roughly 1500 years ago)
This age is marked by bitter loss. The undead attacked multiple settlements and villages in coordinated assaults. They systematically cleared out military outposts. Survivors claimed that many of the military leaders were dragged away, screaming in terror. “The Dark Lord” had appeared with a strong force of intelligent military leaders who destroyed holy knight enclaves almost in vengeful efficiency. Brutal force was utilized as was gruesome public displays. 
Many people fled from the tide of undeath and grotesque fates. However, for unknown reasons, the undead stopped advancing south less than a hundred years into the Dark Lords destructive path. 
Eventually, people returned north. The undead were scattered and mostly lacking intelligence. Of the few intelligent leaders  found and captured, no useful information was gleamed and the age ruin came to a close as people began to rebuild and return to their normal lives. Th age of ruin lasted only 150 years.

Eryzule returned to seek vengeance on those that defeated him years before. This time, in his anger, he struck with vicious impunity. Using an established network of immortal-hopefuls and desperate fools, he located each member of any former crusader’s family line and target them. It was a slow but affective process.
As his armies marched south, he was caught off guard by an acquired artifact that was crafted by his people centuries ago, the Vesphy Elves. Leaving his post, he left to investigate his former home’s ruins. His commanders attempted to follow his last orders, but the lack of information caused a halt in operations. This provided the opportunity for the counter attack that thinned the undead and spurred the Dark Times.

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The Dark Times: (1350 years ago)
Several warring armies of undead clashed in the absence of the Dark Lord. Each trying to announce itself the new Lord of Undead. These armies continued to clash despite the constant Holy Knight purges. Most of the fighting was in the northern, cold wastes however, some skirmishes worked their way down to the center of the land mass where many civilians lives lost in the collateral fighting. This frame of time, nearly four hundred years, is what spawn the economic movement, of death hunting.
During this time, Eryzule had been in the remnants of the Vesphy forest, the realm of his birth. It was located beyond the mountains to the east. It had become a desert wasteland in the time of his ascension to lichdom. Someone had begun digging around his ancestral home and he not going to allow such foolishness.
The truth of the matter was that archaeologist of the local elven people had found record of this ancient forest and came to view it.
Eryzule dispatched them, the entire team, animated one to question then sent it back east to wreck havoc until its destruction. He decided to keep to his old home to prevent further investigation. However, the idleness of looking back into his memories caused a collapse of consciousness. An introspective lock.

Eryzule lost himself to reliving old memories…

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The Age of Contagions: (950 years ago)
A set of explorers venture beyond the western mountains to venture into a lost ruin.
There they brought back several trinkets and crystal objects.
One broke upon returning to Dragomir, Causing a rotting contagion to spread through the west like a plague. The surrounding villages where affected severely. However, as healers raced to the scene, new diseases spouted causing the dead to rise shortly after. The dead continued to spread the plague east over decades, the slow creep of the contagion made it seem less threatening to those in Celestius and Krasimir. Though they quickly learned that a disease is a subtle catastrophe. Droves of peoples died before they could quell the threat. New healers boomed from the end of this era, 250 years after the first recorded infection.

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The Age of Heroes: (600 years ago)
Heroes of every variety had many opportunities to prove themselves in what was 300 years of constant raids against undead forces. Skeletal minions of gigantic size and flesh eating ghouls of incredible strength appeared in batches throughout the land. Darkness fell only to be repelled shortly after its descent, this was repeated several times with rumors of some undead entity making the raids possible. Eventually, the age of heroes ended as the undead became so common that no one took them seriously. Even the infectious undead were seen as nothing more then a mild bother when heroes of such grand power were about. Heroes fighting undead were not seen as grandiose as they once were and eventually, like the undead, they faded and retired.

During this time, Ery was trying to prevent himself from falling pray to introspection again. Having been woken by more pillagers digging his ancient home form the sands of time, he did not take kindly to their meddling. Using the corpses of those at the ruins, he animated an initial army of collecting squads. They raided towns and hamlets to collect corpses. When he had caught on that ‘heroes’ were targeting his collecting groups, he made more powerful undead to combat them…which in turned created grander heroes. The escalation of power lead both heroism and undead into a stale decline. Eryzule, growing bored of ‘the game’ retreated back into the west where he took up residence within a raised temple and had it guarded by his remaining powerful undead. He has remained there till modern times…having been once again risen by local explorers…