DLAE Discord Server Lore

The Discord server, thanks to the playwright, has created its own (dramatised) historical records. These are simply what one would call religious scriptures based on true events, the factual accounts of which you can find on this wiki.

Contents of the Base Lore
* Note: Greetings, I am Fair Lady Spud, charged with the collection of the histories of Debate Like An Englishman. I will not lie, it has been a gruelling task. I have travelled far and wide, collecting any scraps of knowledge I can. I have consulted with the most English of Englishmen to the barbarians of the far west. Still, some knowledge is incomplete or will have alternate explanations. Alas, that is history. However, this is the lore I found to be most robust. I hope such information enlightens many Englishmen and Englishwomen to come, or indeed those of other nations.*

If nothing has been made, there can only be nothing. Such was the reality of long ago, before clashes of good and evil, before brother slew brother and sister betrayed sister. Such was the time before celebration, victory, and joy. Such was the void.

Yet the universe is built upon oddities, small quirks that should not be, yet are. In the spaceless timeless nothing, two were born. Ariel and Tamim. If there is only duality, they must be opposites, and so it was. One was chaotic, brash, the fire that would give warmth or the fire that would burn a city to the ground. The other was quiet and manipulative, a piece of cloth. One that would cover the sleeping and give warmth, or the cloth that smothers kings and chokes politicians to destroy a nation. It is unfair to ascribe good and evil to such beings. What standard would we judge them against? Chaos and Manipulation can be good, evil, both, or neither. Such concepts are not bound by such labels. At the dawn of the Elder Age, two creations were made.

Ariel bore the Chestfish. It was a gentle, unassuming creature. For such a pivotal race, little is told of its qualities other than the phrase ‘a type of sea creature which seeks eternal rest.’

Tamim created a single being instead: Apyr. (*Note: Contrary to what may be expected, Apyr is pronounced /druːɡ/ or Droog.*)

Contrary to their own creation, Ariel and Tamim could not produce their makings from the timeless void. Rather, Ariel sacrificed part of himself to create the Chestfish. The making of Apyr is much more unclear, though it is said that it was a tale of betrayal and sadness. Exact accounts differ, but alas it is. Betrayal is the looming cloud over creation, that no wind may blow away. Since the Elder Age, and it is no different today. Thusly through a curtain of blood and betrayal he went, and Tamim became Apyr.

Whatever the events of the Prime Traya were, it left its mark on Ariel. He lay in a depressed slumber for an indefinite amount of time, leaving his creation to slowly forge their own path. But alas, Apyr was not gone entirely. He returned and began the Elder War against the Chestfish, a brutal and bloody disaster. It is thought that for this reason little accounts of the Elder Age exist.

Apyr was defeated. Justly or not, Ariel vindicated the war by shattering Apyr into countless smaller beings, while banishing its spirit to the void. This begins the legend of Crompehtea, when Apyr shall return through the Palace Doors and exact vengeance upon all creation. This is a tale for another time, however, which I have written of before. The Racthapyr (shattering of Apyr) didn’t banish Apyr’s influence permanently however, as a near-infinite amount of Anti-Arielic Beings, Antiriels for short, exist.

That was not the only consequence of the Elder War, however. Chestfish civilisation was nearly destroyed by Apyr’s dreadful onslaught. They called unto Ariel, and he bestowed another part from himself. This was of great help to the Chestfish, who commemorate the moment in the celebration of Ariorthrandor.

This raises the question: where are these Chestfish? Ariel’s sacrifice led the Chestfish onto a long path of evolution physically and mentally, which eventually culminated in the existence of the modern-day Englishmen civilisation, the most prominent of which is Debate Like An Englishman, also called khaDraLiAEng, Draliaeng, or DLAE. Some Chestfish refused to participate in this evolution however, but they still exist ghostly forms. It is said that they possess Englishmanlike Monarchs, and influence them.

Thus begins the Middle Age. Unlike the Elder Age, the Middle Age is subdivided into the Elder Middle, Centre Middle, and Younger Middle Ages.

The Elder Middle age saw the rise and prominence of early Englishmen societies. Contrary to what might be expected of the forefathers of modern Englishman society, these early civilisations lacked any form of law or rule structure. This was because these peoples were perfect in design and nature, and as such the need for laws was not there. They existed for some time in isolation from other cultures, until the great Badhrwette Wars (1 through 7) took place.

These were a series of conflicts between these perfect Englishmen societies and a variety of outside forces. The reason for these conflicts is unknown, as before the Englishmen had been isolationist and passive. The fates of the civilisations involved are unknown. Current theories say that it was a coalition of Antiriels sewing chaos among the realm, eventually turning on eachother after destroying the early Englishmen. Others say it was the first fragment of Apyr to escape his voidly prison, and such an event began the process towards Crompehtea, and thereby caused a great calamity. Others disassociate this event from Apyr entirely, citing it to be some natural distaste or just the flow of history. No matter the true cause, the result was the same: a plethora of culturally different yet similar peoples wandering about, forming their own civilisations upon the ruins of their greater ancestors. It is for this reason that many historians give the Elder Middle Age into its own special name, the Dimmtahadur.

The Centre Middle age was a time of rebuilding and prosperity. Another breed of Englishmen, divergent in their path from the Dimmtahadur Englishmen due to cross breeding with other unnamed different but similar races. This led to them being less accomplished as a society and as a people, and less connected from the flow of nature and the realm. They were the first of Englishmen as we know them, able to forge their own futures and strike the hammer of will upon the anvil of destiny. These were the Vice Civilisations, their name coming from the title of their rulers. Unlike previous, there is a substantial amount of information about these Vice civilisations. However, that would take far too much time. I have compiled those matters into a separate arrangement.

With the future in their hands, the Vice Civilisations began to evolve of their own accord. Some split off from others, some merged, in an ever changing patchwork of civilisations mixing among themselves and the outside world. The greatest of these was what would come to be known as khaDraLiAEng. After a series of wars, negotiations, and other interactions, new states were formed and consolidated throughout near the entirety of the Central Middle Age.

With khaDraLiAEng ascending with its neighbours, it needed rigidity and strength far more than those who rivalled it. The new state was headed by King Nelito and Queen Mission, the first of their titles. It is of note that Lady Nicole played a large role in the governing of the early DLAE, though she never formally assumed the title of monarch. For a time, DLAE and it’s neighbours flourished in the realm, until an event triggered the First Great War. The nature of said event is heavily debated, with many conflicting reports. It is thus that I do not describe it, though all the explanations I could find can be found in the Appendices.

The First Great War passed, and after some time so did the Second, caused by its predecessor. I will not go into much detail, seeing as I and many others have published a large amount of works on this topic. The two Great Wars taught many lessons to the cultures and societies involved, diverting the flow of their growth into what we know today. These wars are what cemented DLAE as a victor in the years to come, and what allowed them to influence much of the realm near and far from them. It is said that this is partly or wholly due to the long-awaited awakening and assistance of Ariel, though not what it was in the Elder Days.

We are now rapidly approaching the present moment. At this point DLAE has cemented their place in the realm firmly. It and other Englishmen Societies have created their rule, overseen and approved by Ariel, who chose the centre of his appearance to be at the core of the Englishmen, khaDraLiAEng.

It is said that each one who violates the code is a manifestation of or possessed by an Anti-Arielic Being. This ties into the Prophecy of Crompehtea, which the Englishman Monarchs have sworn to do all in their power to delay, or prevent entirely if possible.

The Younger Middle Age is most noted here for the khaDraLiAEng dispute centred around Zxsrn from the land of Dlareddit, sister to khaDraLiAEng. Their histories are long intertwined, with most khaDraLiAEng citizens tracing their lineage back to Dlareddot, at least those in positions of power such as the Lords. It is unclear how exactly Zxsrn was corrupted or what he set out intending to do, but when he arrived he had been affected by Tamim. He claimed he had rightful authority to the throne, that he was the Emperor and Lord of Lords. He challenged the noble gman to a duel upon a lonely unnamed mountaintop.

On accounts of eyewitnesses climbing the mountain and from the persons involved I could reach, this is what happened.

Tales
Death of the First Silence

There resided the silence, in the great void. Two shimmering lights, distant but not apart, could be seen but not heard. Until one spoke. "Brother, betrayal.", it muttered. "What of it?", the other responded. "Is it something worth to be done?" "No, I don't believe it is." "Why not?". The second light dimmed for a second in time. After all, why not? Why is betrayal to be considered undeserved? "Brother?", the first light spoke again. "It is not our path. Order is our path. We cannot end our doings without order." "I believe it so, too." And so the first object was made by the first light. Red in colour, it was the shard of angst, revolution and love. Betrayal and warmth. And so the second object was made by the second light. Blue in colour, it was the shard of peace, stability and manipulation. Order and cool. "Brother, why is the warmth the way it is? And the cool?" the first light asked again. "Why must you question the shards as they turn, Tamim?" The first object vibrated loudly. "I believe certain things are worth questioning."

From the Ribs, Flesh

By now, the void had turned earth. "Brother Tamim, is your love to be questioned?" asked the second light. "It is not. But it is not to be questioned, precisely because it encompasses all things." responded the first light. "Is it all-knowing, then?" "It is not. But it is perfect." The second light knew there is no such thing as perfection without omniscience. For that reason, nothing in this universe can ever be perfect: even the great void, for it knew not of the lights and their shards. This was the time when the first oceans rose. Waves hit the shores for the first time. This new realm was breathing. The second light shone brighter. "The shard has named me, brother Tamim. It spoke Ariel." Tamim responded with great clarity. "It is time, then." Shooting across the sky, the two lights became part of their own creation. No longer shining, but moving. No longer humming, but speaking. No longer ancestral entities, but human. As they arrived on what they would come to name Terra, Ariel's first steps were taken in direction of the first ocean. Ariel bowed down and his chest lit blue. This was Ariel's last light, and as it consumed everything in its path, life rose from it. It was nothing more than a simple fish. Then two, then three, and more as they bred. They populated the first oceans. Ariel collapsed and Tamim grinned. He had something to love - finally. What a curse the void had brought upon him, to love creation yet to be unable to create. Tamim touched the first fish. The red shard, worn at his neck, vibrated intensely. He removed his hand from the creature. "Brother Ariel, why did you make life?" "Such questions are best left unanswered." Tamim's red shard fell on the ground and it sparked fire. Tamim looked into the flames. Betrayal, they spelled.

When It Shattered

The flames were put out by the arriving waves. Tamim was not grinning anymore. As Ariel recovered from the creation of life, Tamim grabbed his fallen shard. Looking into it, staring back at him was a reflection of a perfect version of himself, surrounded by red skies and flame. He gripped it in his hand tighter. "Brother?", Tamim yelled. Ariel responded from afar. "Yes?" "Why do you not love them?" Tamim continued. "Love who?" "The fish... you know they are not mine. I shouldn't have to love them. I shouldn't." Ariel looked into Tamim's eyes. "You have a choice, brother. Hand me your shard before it's too late." Tamim yelped. "No. The void chose you. It didn't choose me. Why should I have to love every little thing yet want to cast the world into fire and confusion? Why, brother?" The waves broke the shore once more and a perplexed Ariel felt water surrounding his feet. Tamim's eyes were smoking with an emotion he couldn't recognise. "I don't love them, yes. We're both flawed, brother, can't you just accept that?", Ariel responded.

Tamim's mind had been broken by his own will to induce confusion. He grabbed his shard. "The void could have made us into a perfect one. But it didn't. And it must be punished for that." With a slight twist of hands, Tamim's red shard was broken into pieces. Ariel screamed for Tamim to stop, but it was far too late. The waves hit both of their bodies. Ariel and Tamim fell on the sand. The water where Tamim once stood turned a bright red. Where this mixture met the sand, worm-like beings grew, fiery and poisonous. Unknowing of them, Tamim rose through the surface of the water and walked over to Ariel. Grabbing Ariel's head, he attempted to drown his brother in the ocean water. But then, he felt them. Latching onto his back, the worm-like beings ripped him apart limb-by-limb and then piece-by-piece. When they arrived at his eyes, Tamim screamed - not of pain -, but of fear. Desperately trying to claw them away, he perished. The ocean water filled Ariel's lungs and he, too, perished. The fish he had brought upon Terra feasted from his body, mutating in strange ways with each bite taken. Once more a light in the void, Ariel guided the Fish into recovering all the pieces of Tamim, for he needed his brother alive. An ethereal being must possess a shard. And Tamim couldn't be brought back entirely because his shard had been broken. Instead, he returned as a beast - bound to the Mortal Realm of Terra under the name of Apyr. Ariel is now an unloving God. But what does that hold for his creation, when the Apyr still roams Terra and casts a fiery destruction upon all life which it claims to love?