Tera's Lore - The Real Thing

Chapter Four- Age of Mortals:

01- Battle between Shakan and Lok:

Although it was not his fault, but Lok blamed himself for Balder's death. Shakan came to confront Lok about this incident(Balder, Lok, and Shakan were real close).
Shakan being the hot-tempered one, attacked Lok. Due to their difference in strength and Lok being occupied by Balder's death, he accidentally killed Shakan. After he realized what he had done, Lok totally lost it and wanted to end his own life, however he was stopped by Mystel. Lok abandoned his weapon and left, never to be seen again. Everyone assumed that he perished in his fight with Shakan.

02- Velik and Kaia:

Kaia returned to the Amans. They embraced her and vowed to protect her forever.
Velik returned to Velika, and likewise she was embraced by the humans.

03- Castanics, in the search of Lok:

Some Castanics believed that Lok is still alive, and began to search for him everywhere.

04- Lakan and the Arc Devas:

Lakan went to Castanics and tempted them with even greater powers. Some Castanics killed their own kind and used them as sacrifice.
Therefore the Castanics that lived in Northern Arun changed their name to "Arc Devas" and followed Lakan.

05- Empire of the Arc Devas:

Using Lakan's Blood Magic, the Arc Devas turned into a more powerful race, and began to conquer Northern Arun.
Aside from the High Elves, all the other races felt the weakening of their patron gods' powers. Using this unrest as an opportunity, the Arc Devas dominated Northern Arun.
The Arc Devas soon began to move towards Southern Arun. Although the remaining Castanics fought against the Arc Devas, but they were defeated and had to seek refuge in Kaiator, which they had associations with.

06- Union between the Humans and the Poporis:

Neither the Humans, the Poporis, nor the Elins had seen many big wars; Humans had been living a nomadic life, while the Poporis and Elins lived in peace amongst themselves. But because of the advancing Arc Devas, the three races joined forces to fight back.
With the Humans, the Poporis, and the Elins being the main force, other races joined in the war as well(High Elves did not take part). They successfully repelled the advancing Arc Devas and drove them back to Northern Arun.
A great barrier was built around Northern Arun, cutting off the Arc Devas from the rest of the continent. This also meant the Barakas that lived in Northern Arun had to abandon their home that they had established: Balderon.

07- Barakas' invitation by the High Elves:

The High Elves suggested that they make part of Allemantheia the Barakas' who had been made homeless, and extended their invitation to them.

08- Invasion of the Argons:

Shortly after the Castanics had returned to Castanica, Northern Shara was besieged by a strange race: Argons. They took over much of the land around Kaiator, which stood safely due to Kaia's protection.
Kaiator sent a request of assistance to Velika, and was received.
The High Elves who had kept to themselves until now, joined the battle to keep the Argons from advancing any further towards Southern Shara.

09- Birth of the Valkyon Federation:

Upon receiving the request for assistance, the Humans, the Poporis, the Elins, the Castanics, and the Barakas sent their forces to Southern Shara. However they only managed to halt the Argon's advance. The High Elves knew the Argons would eventually break through, therefore the joined the forces as well. For the first time, the original races created by the six gods came together and formed the Valkyon Federation.
While repelling the Argons, a special strike force lead by Elleon Kubel attacked the Argons in Northern Shara. This defeated the Argons and drove them back to the north of Kaiator. The commander of Velika heroically gave his life in this war.

10- Argons' retaliation:

Shandra Manaya had the Argons retreated to north of Kaiator and held their formation there. In the meantime, spies were sent into the Valkyon Federation to create havoc.
This began the cold war phase.

11- Army's return:

During the cold war, most of the soldiers returned home. General Samael Klanwult(this is how his last name sounds in the lore) returned to Velika and was promoted to Garrison Commander. However, Samael did not think it is possible to win against the Argons, therefore he secretly recruited people who were captivated by the Argons and began training them: "Aterakad"(again, this is how the name sounded in the lore).

12- Island of Dawn:

Island of Dawn appeared mysteriously one day in the waters of Velika.
The investigative team lead by Elleon lost all contacts.

13- Argons' long distance warfare:

To end the cold war, much of the forces of the other regions remained in Kaiator. They did not attribute random problems that broke out all over Arborea back to the Argons. Aside from Kaiator, the military forces in other regions were stretched thin.

14- Second exploration team to Island of Dawn:

In order to fully investigate the Island of Dawn, and the disappearance of Elleon and his squad, Velika started to look for volunteers. . .
[Original Translation by Asclei]

I'll add the Valkyrie's Lore taken directly from the book you receive once you complete a quest at lv.65 as a Valkyrie.

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Also I would like some mod to append this post to the main one, if possible.

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Cold silence fills the air, nothing speaks but the rushing wind. Glave held tight, the last guardian reflects on her journey. Unearned scars burn on her skin, a legacy of betrayal and lies. The devas have fled north, and Clan Castanic searches for a new home.

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Duty. Honor. Loyalty. Words, nothing more. Our god is reviled, and our people ashamed. We must hide ourselves among our faithful. Pass our stories down, mother to daughter, daughter to none. Our pain will keep us together, wherever our people roam.

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Daughter of Zuras, Child of Lok. My legacy is freedom, but always at a cost. Carve the runes deep, sisters. One for each betrayal . Choose your successor, and train her well. Take new names, take new lives. But never, ever, forget.

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The day will come when the devas rise, and dark gods will live again. When our service is all but forgotten. On that day, take up your weapons, and fight! Remember our Mother's words. Gentle, but firm. "Never conceal, and never reveal."

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...and our time in Deva Victrix is surely at an end. Refugees from Kaiator have similar scars, and the priests all say the same thing . Balder is dead. And we are to blame. The crown was meant to honor him, but somehow. There is nowhere we can go to escape our shame, and the guardians have abandoned us. Their glaives are gone, their houses empty, and we are left alone.

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Lok, why have you abandoned us? Surely you were betrayed as well And the guardians, your most strident defenders, have left us without protection. After so many years, are we to be wanderers again, like the humans? The Matriarch is dead, and no one will step forward to take her place. And the firstborn have taken their glaives away.

->Page 7:
Secondborn sons are trying to upstage our councils. Have they no shame?Our people need stability and wisdom if we are to survive these times, Without a Matriarch everyone can trust, the only thing anyone can agree on is that we can no longer trust the gods, or those who follow them. Kaia herself has offered us a place in her city, but even among the amani we will never be safe. Wherever we go, one thing is clear. Our new home must be a fortress, and we will never leave it again.

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The new Matriarch is younger than all three of my daughters, and her hands are suspiciously calloused. No one wants to ask her, but she moves too confidently to be just "a simple runecarver" She brings with her stories of a new home, and our people are desperate enough to follow her there. If she is what I think she is, perhaps we have not been abandoned after all. When we arrive, when we are settled, perhaps Clan Castanic can find a way to forgive ourselves for our own cleverness. Or perhaps...

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Thummed the songs my mother's mother taught me under my breath as wiped my runeglaive clean, but the enemy could no longer hear them. I remember asking her once how many cultists I'd have to kill to free ourselves of Lok's legacy, but her only reply was a sad smile. Because even as a child, I already knew the answer. All of them.

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Up the hill from my midnight battle was a city of stones and bridges, and yet another community 'd been tasked to protect from the shadows. l cut and carved my way across the world to get there, a place where my face and horns marked me as the enemy. East to west, south to north and back again, always hidden away from Balder's seeking eyes. Inside its walled libraries, I learned of our lost kinsmen's descent into madness behind a wall of storms, and wept for generations of devas who died to preserve a fiction Clan Castanic discarded long ago . The gods love no-one, even themselves.

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I should have returned to Castanica months ago to make my report. But how could turn my back on these people? They lived under the thumbs of monsters, yet still held their heads high. They sing songs of giants, and a world that never was. They bury the bodies I leave behind, and suffer in silence when my crimes are discovered. I could not leave them, but neither could I stay .

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In the end, as always, my runeglaive has made my decision for me. Since coming here 've fought one too many enemies with acid in their veins. And as a member of a secret order long thought dead, I can't exactly stroll through town to get a replacement weapon. Hopefully it will last long enough for me to return home with a few of the records I've found here. I've removed the more dangerous ones, and offer my own story in exchange for those who will come , after me. After all, Never conceal, never reveal.

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So I leave you with this, my sister of the storm. The sour smell of blood stays with you, no matter how many times you wash. The memories of dead, black eyes, of twisted bodies with the faces of friends, will never leave you. My grandmother was wrong, and most likely yours as well. Patience, tolerance, acceptance..these are not our ways. We are no longer the guardians of history. We are vengeance, the choosers of the slain. We are valkyries, and as foretold in prophecy, thrice carved in stone, our time will come again.

\\One more note\\

The OCR program thing I used returned me all the text as single paragraph, which, off course, makes the final result looks not so cool, if you want to edit feel free to do so ('cause I'm lazy and stuff).