In Libre de Vuiller

[hannemannenyay 20]

 

In Libre de Vuiller

(ooc, this is a mythical history of Vuillermoz, most of the facts aren’t actually historically true, though irp they are believed to be true, at least by the people of Vuillermoz)

For more than 900 years ago there lived a lord by the name of Alf Vuiller. This was a time before God worship, a time when even the greatest kings of arcas did not know the canonist truth. Alf and his people travelled distances farther than the greatest emperor could ever reach, father than even God’s own men have ever travelled, for he was searching for something that he had never heard of, nor seen, nor smelled, but he knew in his heart that it was real and so he had to find it. He travelled for 50 long years, facing the challenges of God and of nature, but for 50 long years he did not find his goal. On The Day of Light, the last day of the search, Alf had run out of food and water and his men were leaving him, but he stayed true to his path of truth, and it was on that day God finally rewarded his valor. A beam of light from Heaven, sent by God himself, led Alf, and the few remaining men he had, to a small lake with berries growing all around it. They feasted on the berries until they were as full as a king after his wedding and they drank from the lake until they were as quenched as norlander at a party with only beer. It was by the lake, on the spot that God had chosen, where he founded his city.

For 600 years they lived in peace and prosperity, guided by God they grew the small town into a prospering city, with priests and missionaries spreading the word of God and holy knights competing in glorious tourneys to prove their valor. For 600 years Vuillermoz stayed true to God, and for 600 years God rewarded them.

   But Arcas was, during this time, a world of heathens and the heathen ways eventually spread into Vuillermoz. Lord Erik Vuiller had become weak to the temptations of the devil, and when foreign missionaries came he did not turn them away, but instead let them in and listened to what they said. Some say he listened with disdain for the words of these pagans, but others say he put up little resistance to the temptation of Gods who did not forbid drinks nor great amounts of food nor nights with women other than his wife. Which side was true, it is not known, but the next day, on the fateful morning of The Day of The Red Moon, a messenger arrived from the King of Purgo. The message read: 

   “You are people of pride and wrath, believing you are as powerful as the gods themselves and going into a storm of fury on the slightest offence. You claim your God values forgiveness, yet you burst into a fury of wrath and violence at the slightest offence. You are a nation of tyrants and murderers, you want nothing but for the world to be under your control, and you shall pay the price in blood. The Kingdom of Purgo hereby declares war on the City State Vuillermoz” 

   Lord Erik was startled by this, but he did not sound the alarm nor prepare his troops, for he was too busy looking for his maids, and resting in the bath in the bath. It was not until there was an army marching towards Vuillermoz that general Johan Vuiller, Erik’s younger brother, without orders prepared the army to hold off the invasion. But God was not on the side of the Vuillers, as the walls were soon breached. For ten years Lord Erik had been warned that the walls were not strong enough, and for ten years he had refused to spend his ever growing stash of gold, for he did not believe such an attack was possible.

   As the Purgorian soldiers stormed the city, the Vuillers retreated into the castle, and thanks to the bravery and valor of general Johan they saved the people by protecting them behind the walls. It was at this point that Johan realised he could not hold on forever, and so he sent a bird carrying a message to the Kingdom of Salvator asking them for help. The king of Salvator was not a canonist, but he was honorable and good, and he would not let good, innocent people die for the sins of their Lord And so he marched to Vuillermoz with an army of a thousand men to Vuillermoz. But before the army could arrive Lord Erik got jealous of Johan, for he was the savior of the people, they looked up to him as their leader. Lord Erik, therefore, had Johan exiled for treason. The next day the attacks became harder and stronger, and the defenders more cowardly and weak. It was not lunch before the keep was breached. Lord Erik saw his defeat, his failure, and could not live with it, so he jumped from the roof and died on that same day, not fighting with his men, but on the streets surrounder nothing but the emptiness and coldness of the streets of the raised city. 

   But there was still hope for Vuillermoz, for Johan had not left in spirit, and as he saw his people being slaughtered he could not stand and watch. He charged his horse into the enemy, killing many and bringing hope to his men. The soldiers, inspired by their general's bravery held on in the keep for three more days. And though he died, Johan of Vuillermoz became it’s savior, for on the last day of the battle the army of the Salvator arrived. They crushed the tiered and unsuspecting Purgorian soldiers, killing most and driving the rest to the hills, but Vuillermoz was already lost. Many people had no home, and they were forced to leave for other lands, and the few who remained would not see a golden age like the old days in a very long time. 

   Some of the priests and missionaries went to the Salvatorian king, for he had proven to be a good man and worthy of God’s love, they taught him of God and the ways of canonism. As a good and just man, he would die a devout canonist.

 

For 250 years Vuillermoz was nothing but the old keep, cobweb and vines conquering more of the castle for every year that went. With no vitouse leader the ancient bastion of divine truth could not grow and for 250 years no leader was born worthy of God’s help and guidance. But on one fateful morning Johanne Vuiller gave birth to a boy. The boy would be named Harald Vuiller. He would bring back Vuillermoz from a decaying keep to a true city of God, recognized by the High Pontiff James II as a holy it was on the path up, and with the help of God it would be his task to spread the canonist truth to the whole world. 

Vuiller’s with the eagles farsight we rain victorious 

[Harald 2875]

Johan would chuckle a bit for himself as he remembered all the times he was told this story as a child by his father before getting on his feet and getting a old dusty book from his bookshelf “Ayla, Akan come here and i’ll tell you Ivar and Anette story” He’d smile as he waved his children as well as his wife over, who at this time was once again carrying his children. They would sit for many hours by the fireplace as Johan told his family the story about their lands, even tho he knew that most of it was made up and written as a fiction by one of his great grandfather many winters ago.