The Beginning
The onset of the war is something that to this day is shrouded in mystery. It is far from clear where the creature known as Arkhivom came from, but it is without doubt this entity's arrival that marked the beginning. It is not known how, but the creature was able to enter into
Sharyrdaes' great temple undetected. There, he successfully slew many of the Sharyrdian Order's ruling conclave, and subsequently attempted to corrupt the collective telepathy of the Aerai people.
The deaths of the Conclave and his attack on the collective proved only partially successful, but it was still enough for him to acquire a number of servants to his will, and throw the Aerai into disarray. This confusion allowed Arkhivom the opportunity to escape the capital after causing great damage to it.
In the months following this, having managed to amass a sizeable force of unspeakably horrible monsters, Arkhivom carried out a sinister campaign of destruction.
In those days, Aeraesar was still a land of light and beauty, and life was abundant in their forests and through their meadows. Through an as of yet not understood means, wherever Arkhivom managed to stake his claim he also cursed the land with a dreadful plague. It rendered the soil as if it were dead, and caused a terrible mist to rise into the sky and blot out the sun, moon, and stars behind rolling black clouds.
In the first six months of the conflict, nearly a quarter of Aeraesar was taken by this dreadful dark...
The Growing Fog of War
Throughout the first two years of the war, the Sharyrdian Order experienced one crushing defeat after another. By the third year, over half of Aeraesar had been conquered and cursed by Arkhivom and his dark monsters. It was in this time and for many months following that the Aerai managed to fortify their positions well enough for prolonged conflicts where they fought over small patches of territory for what seemed, to those present, like an eternity,
With lines having been well established for those many, long months, those who survived and were there in those days still speak of their time in that divided place. They speak of an ominous dark cloud that hung low in the sky just across from them in the distance; turning, roiling and terrible, yet stationary. It waited over the lines of their enemies, as though barred by some unseen force from casting over them. Meanwhile over them, the sun and moon still rose and fell as it always had.
But they also speak of a time when this changed, and as they fought in desperation the cloud rolled overhead...
The Final Years
The fall of Nórë Sérë, Aeraesar's most defensible city aside from Sharyrdaes, marked the beginning of the war's end. This allowed Arkhivom's dark host to claim the northwestern pass and the fortress Qárele. With the mountain range to the north and east of them which Sharyrdaes was nestled against, the Aerai were essentially trapped in their own land, and all around them the dark shadow grew.
They fought valiantly against the tide, but as time went on it seemed more and more inevitable as to what their fate was to be. In desperation, all who survived of their Order retreated behind the great walls of Sharyrdaes, and there they held.
And held.
Until finally, like the sounds of the first birdsong after a long and terrible storm, there came silence. Arkhivoms hordes were exhausted, and what remained of his dark minions scattered throughout their cursed land. And though they had outlasted, and survived this great calamity, it was far from a victory.
They had been utterly defeated.