Historical Record #
The year was 4,627 BR when the Kingdom of Akratia launched its gamble: a fleet of brand-new ships, tough enough to cross the deadly Bottleneck, sent out to find lands bursting with untouched wealth. They sailed past the Ghoslight Sound only to find those shores already claimed by proud Elves and resilient Tortle, but eventually, they found a calm, perfect bay along the southern coast of Ka’Uvala. They set up a rough outpost called The Ashen Wilds and immediately started pushing inland to see what resources the deep forests held.
For the next few years, life was a constant fight. They had to repel the Goblins who saw the colonists as invaders, but the settlers held their ground, sending good reports home and regularly receiving fresh troops and their own families from Akratia. That small, hard-won backwater quickly hardened into a real, formidable city.
Centuries passed as the colony’s borders and population swelled, consuming the entire southern peninsula of Ka’Uvala. By 5,340 BR, Governor Lysander Marlowe felt their province finally had the power to demand fairness. He sailed back to the Kingdom of Akratia, ready to negotiate better trade terms for his people with King Silas Ashworth.
Archon Ashworth was white-hot with fury. He didn’t just reject Marlowe’s demands, he branded the governor a traitor and ordered him executed on the spot. But the insult was not enough. Ashworth had Marlowe’s mangled body shipped all the way back to The Ashen Wilds, where it was strung up as a grotesque warning in the city square for every citizen to see. The sheer horror of the display sent a seismic shockwave through the colony, instantly sparking a province-wide revolt.
Archon Ashworth scrambled to send several battalions of soldiers to crush the uprising, but the local militia, who had been quietly preparing for this exact kind of betrayal, drove them out in a decisive, bloody retreat. Faced with the utter failure of his troops, Archon Ashworth finally gave up and washed his hands of The Ashen Wilds in 5,341 BR, leaving them to their own fate. News of their freedom led to Alric Emblin, Marlowe’s second in command and the one who had led the successful revolt, stepping up to take charge of the militia. His very first act as the newly crowned King was to permanently sever the past by renaming the nation Aeridor.
The time of Aeridor was marked by quiet, steady growth and deep suspicion. The first kings, still nervous about a possible Akratian reprisal, focused entirely on building their defenses and forging a fierce national identity. Over a few centuries, the memory of the bloody revolt faded and the monarchy’s power grew unchecked. The kings of Aeridor steadily clawed all authority to themselves, seizing control of the military, the economy, and the powerful noble families. The representative councils that had advised the early monarchs were quietly disbanded, until the monarch’s word alone became the absolute law of the land.
This slow, creeping change finally culminated in 2,164 AR, when King Marius Darkon declared the nation would be renamed The Kingdom of Cania with him as its sole and undisputed ruler. The name Cania was chosen deliberately, taken from an old word that meant strength or steadfastness, a symbol of the kingdom’s new, unyielding power and its total independence from all outside influence. Under this new, absolute rule, The Kingdom of Cania entered a new era of explosive growth and unparalleled technological discovery.
Even though the monarch held all the power, they ruled with a pragmatic focus on national prosperity. Yet the Canian people were bright, industrious, and innovative, a fierce trait born from the brutal struggles of their Ashen Wilds ancestors. They discovered a lightweight wood in the great southern forests, and through a brilliant fusion of magic and mechanics, they crafted a marvel: a vast network of flying machines that spanned the whole peninsula, carrying trade and people between their towering, spire-filled cities.
The cities became sprawling, buzzing hubs of commerce and culture, their spires reaching toward the clouds, their streets packed with people. The common folk generally thrived, benefiting from a strong economy and a system that rewarded hard work and skill. While the king’s word was law, the monarchy was smart enough to understand that a strong, successful population was the true bedrock of their own power. The legacy of their founding, a fierce, enduring desire for independence and self-determination, remains the core of the Canian character.
Present Day Details #
Founded: 2164 AR
Capitol City: Cania
Citizen Population:
Government Type: Absolute Monarchy
Leadership: King Marius Darkon
