(ok I know this is damn long. However I would appreciate it if anyone who DOES read it tells me what they think. I’ve read all yours
I know its a little rough at the edges, but i'm now too tired to read it all up and polish the language )
The nation now called, the democratic states of good old uncle tyranny is an ancient one. With roots that can be traced back as far as the first recognition of the region of expataria.
Its people have were originally a war like people. Consisting of warring tribes and factions each hating the other tribes. This however was not a hate born out of discrimination, but a hate born of need. Since the land of the democratic states is generally barren and inhospitable, resources were highly prized and sought. Each water hole and grass plain was only able to support a certain number of people. This amount of people designated the size of the tribe. However after centuries of this war fare one came who was adept in the arts of magic. Using his powers and foresight he taught the people of the democratic states how to use their resources effectively, teaching them skills such as irrigation and crop rotation.
He was not a selfish man however and he shared this knowledge with all the tribes. Eventually the people all felt they owed him a debt of their lively hoods, as people no longer feared having children or had to seek war over the resources. Their bond of fealty to the man was all they needed to unite them in common cause. They all submitted to his wisdom and left the control of all their resources for him to designate. He manipulated the resources deftly and soon the people found anything they wanted was plentiful. The man soon taught them how to manipulated magic as well so as to gain the most from everything.
However not everything was happy in the kingdom. Rumours filtered of how the man never slept. Supposedly, young women submitted themselves freely to him so that he could take their life force. People were already beginning to fear him, as he never seemed to age. He had been a prominent figure in their history since they started recording it. And that was only because he had taught them how to write.
Naturally as people do, they become resentful of power, sure they had all they wanted. But there were those few who craved his power. They spun lies about seduction and sacrifice, unknowing all the while that those who gave their lives did so willingly so as for the benefit of the nation. Now this small group took the magic that he had taught them and began to manipulate it. Shaping it from constructive helpful crops spells, to pestilence and destruction spells. Finally when the group felt that together they held enough power to face this one man they heard that instead of the usual single woman that a large group were coming to him. The man who ruled the nation was elusive. Not out of intention but because of the fact that he avoided public contact, but because he was constantly moving between the now large settlements trying to help those who needed it.
Following this large group they finally came a high council chamber in the main settlement of the nation. Deciding to bide their time they waited outside hoping to catch him unawares as he left the building. Soon however they felt a huge magical build up inside the building. Suddenly they were afraid. Even after all their months of planning they knew that their combined might and specially constructed spell would be no match for the might of the man. However one vital fact caused them to stay. The man had once taught after weaving a spell the caster was vulnerable, the larger the spell the more likely he was to be weak. Although this could be avoided by casting counter spells which helped reduce fatigue or were actually stored energy which left the user while he cast the spell, as soon as the spell was completed the stored energy would be released helping him recover faster. These men had felt no such casting, obviously the man hoped to recuperate after the spell with proper rest. Feeling the summit of the spell being reached the men rushed into the room. What they saw horrified them.
The 30 or so girls had cut their own arteries smearing the blood in arcane patterns, the effect a larger pattern with its focus on the man who stood in the middle. His face shone with rapture as he mumbled the final word of casting, releasing the energy from the girls bodies, amplifying exponentially many times over then plunging it into the man. His body shivered and the men realised what the spell was. It granted the man immortality, lichdom. The man suddenly collapsed still unaware of the intruders as his senses were overloaded. The boys weaved their spell and cast. With the release the man suddenly looked up. They saw the look of triumph on his face melt away into horror, as he realised the people who he had given so much to were using his own skills against him. Suddenly bringing his hands up as if to weave a defensive pattern it only looked like they were raised to shield him from what appeared to be a swarm of the blackest flies, they swarmed like a vortex and flew like lightning. The spell struck his arms and he trembled as it sunk in, passing through his body like a wave.
Heart rending howl of pain, but rather than one lone shout, it seemed to be a chorus of wails. Suddenly the boys looked around and realised what had happened. Rather than killing the women, they had instead given up all their bodily energy to fuel his spell. In return he had granted them all immortality of a sort. They appeared as ghostlike creatures, present yet not present. But it also seemed that they were inexplicably linked to the man. They had also experienced the intense feeling of triumph but now were in agony. The boys dropped to their knees, clutching their ears, as the very sound seemed to tear at their sanity.
"You," the voice as cold as the grave as strong of iron and felt like a tombstone and been crashed over their heads. It demanded their absolute attention. Looking up from their palms they saw the standing figure of the man. The pestilence and destruction spell had stripped the skin from him. He stood as a skeleton, bare before them. His eye sockets still held two pools of the destructive energy, black and boiling. They seemed pits of hatred and judgement. "You have condemned this land. There will be ages of war and strife. Millions will die. Did you think that I would hurt my people when all I have done was, love you? You are my children to, though foolish children. I will let you think of what you have done, for surely the wrong you have done tonight will damn your souls more than any other torture even I could conceive. Even now the shockwaves of your actions spreads throughout this land. All the magics which I have worked have been withdrawn, all the works which I have done over the centuries undone as I must use what power I have left to sustain the spell which would have granted eternal life to myself and consequently to my children. Thee spell is no longer eternal life for me but eternal pain and sustenance. I will return someday, but until that day the land will surely hate you."
Suddenly the skeleton lifted a hand to cast a gate. The boys watched as he walked to what appeared to be a mountain range. As the gate closed the wail stopped and everything was deadly quiet. The wail was taken up by the group of broken men as suddenly they lamented what they had done and realised their foolishness. A few of them immediately turned their magics upon themselves destroying themselves. Others flew crying into the street, crying to everyone what they had done. One other vowed that he had made the right decision and sought to gain control.
When the people learned what had happened all those that had survived were killed by the mob. Suddenly food was in short supply again and the population was larger than ever. Society broke into communities, communities broke into to tribes, and tribes once again warred. This time however they used magics against each other. Great battles took place as the land dissolved into anarchy with groups of mages rending the land and scarring the people. They warped people to their need and the land was torn into a nightmarish hell struggle for survival. Eventually it ended up with two final sides, these sides comprised mostly magicians, and both banked on one last gamble. They both poured their power into a mage each. These two super mages were said to have strength that might have rivalled the man. They entered into a titanic struggle that lasted thirty days, miles around them was cleared as their struggle encompassed spells of huge destructive potential. However they fought to no avail, both finally realising what they were doing. This wisdom led them to know that neither could win, although if they just gave up the sides would resume with another two champions. They considered taking power between them, but they argued over that. Again with surprising wisdom they realised that it would not work. He only way to ensure the survival of the race, was to remove the common factor which held each side together. Magic. They knew that co ordination relied on communication, without magic the sides would not be able to stay together. They would disband into smaller groups. Although they would still war and kill it would not be on a huge scale and there would be no total annihilation. Banding al the magical power in the country they constructed a simple spell. A pure dispel. No more arcane magic could be woven within the country. Their combined power created a ball that was huge and rivalled the brightness of the sun, appearing many times more blinding. Each side exulted, as they believed their mage was about to strike the final blow. However it soon turned to dismay.
The ball was cast and stuck the ground. The blast incinerated both casters as it struck the ground like a droplet of water. It suddenly splashed sending waves of force in ever direction. Each armies spell casters were surprised to regain power, and even more surprised when they were flattened and knocked unconscious. As they awoke the magicians were amazed to once again to feel bereft of power. However this time they also lacked that ability to even sense power. Attempting to reach out with amputated senses they began to despair. Many killed themselves; others were killed by troops as they failed to answer what was happening. Eventually both sides became melees within themselves. Breaking into anarchy everything degenerated to tribal warfare.
After generations of organised war. Then again generations of anarchy as everything went back to tribal squabbling, there were only a number who still remembered those days when things were supposed to have been green and good, and that was only myths in story books. Those who had survived the war were soldiers with no knowledge of farming; so all the ways that initially had founded the nation were lost to the winds of time.
One day however a man entered a town bearing armfuls of fruit and vegetables, these seemed extremely exotic to the villagers, who survived on plain crops. They received the man with suspicion, however he promised them boundless food, drink and peace. After so long many people felt suspicious of this man who promised so much yet had no proof. However the spark of hope he kindled with his enigmatic words led them to follow him anyway, with threats of violence if he was lying. However soon enough he had taught them the basics of agriculture.
The man moved from village to village, moving them forward with tiny baby steps in technology. Whenever a tribe threatened another for war he arrived like a mediator. Threatening the tribes that if they didn’t stop fighting he would stop teaching them. The fear of falling behind in terms of technology to rival tribes kept them in order. They also learned that the skills he trained them in yielded higher gains than those gains they received from raiding. Again the tribes were fruitful and multiplied. Spreading out across the land. When they came to encounter they were wary after so long fighting each other. However the man promised them that if they would band together he would teach them in the ways of even more advanced technology. The trust he had fostered in them for generations paid off and they banded together. Technological advances came daily. From masonry, to wood working, to metallurgy, to electricity.
The people eventually began to discover computer technology. Now is when the man met with the representatives of the people. He said he could leave now at this current level of technology, or submit to him completely and he would take them on even more leaps and bounds. The leaders of the people met together and discussed what they should do. Surely democracy and leading themselves was the best way thought the intellectuals, however the people were offered a referendum. The man now held a cult status. Everyone felt they knew him, as he was not aloof. He walked among them, helping them if they cried out. Caring for them. The people loved him and voted nearly unanimously that they should continue under his guidance. Those who voted against him were asked to leave or stay.
With this new commitment the man revealed his major accomplishment, AI. The people marvelled at the artificial life. Now with the assistance of these mechanical beings it was possible to advance even faster. Soon enough the cities were metropolises. With technology a part of every day life. Energy manipulation was handled and replication and teleportation was possible. The standard of living is high for everyone, however the state recognises that everyone has his or her level. Some people may be common labourers others who are smarter are requested to join the elite. This meritocracy leads to a parliament and judiciary who are filled with knowledgeable wise people. However ultimate power rests with the man. He cares for everyone and uses his ultimate power to shepherd the people.
There are those also who seek to become part of the hive as well. The hive is the main computer mainframe that links all technology in the nation. People may ascend if they want to become beings of energy that add their intelligence and individual intelligence to the whole. These conscious entities within the machine are what run the whole country; working together they keep everything running smoothly. One of the benefits of the hive mind is the fact that you finally learn all of the history it would be impossible for the human brain to comprehend.
What happened after the man left the country was nothing short of extraordinary. Fleeing to a mountain cavern he forsook everything he knew of magic. He predicted that a war with magic would only lead to the extinction of magic. As such he worked back from his original roots, figuring out how to support a society with technology. He spent generations developing it all until finally he created a computer. Into this computer he placed the spirits of those who had originally sacrificed themselves for him and the country. These formed the initial AIs. With their unlimited potential for growth they worked together to advance in technology. Eventually they discovered nano technology. This allowed the construction of extremely small robots that could repair cells. As such these nano cells were used to reconstruct the mans body. Every moment the original destruction spell cast upon him destroys cells and the nano cells immediately rebuild them.
Another thing he found was techno magic. It was said that any technology sufficiently advanced would be indistinguishable from magic. As such certain people are given nano cells, these allow them to manipulate energy, not through arcane means but technologically. These techno magi would be seen as normal magi in other countries but only their non-arcane spell casting could work in the anti magic land in which they live.
And so the people live in a technologically advanced society. Where many have implants to help them in daily life. The social scale is generally accepted that the more human you look, the more advanced you are. Where common labourers may have huge metallic lifter arms those who are at the pinnacle rely on nano technology. However no resentment exists as everyone enjoys their life, allowed to pursue their full potential, as long as they don't violate the rest of society.
The people, who feel completely indebted to the man, refer to him affectionately and sarcastically as Good old uncle Tyranny.