Veilskara, the Isles of Thrones, is a cluster of kingdoms that had constantly warred against each other. SkƤrviera, the Kingdom of Wrath ruled by Queen Mordred. Belskire, the Kingdom of Vanity ruled by Queen Onora. Rosenfier, the Kingdom of Lust ruled by Queen Dearbhla. The destruction of life caused by these kingdoms spread even further with every bloody battle. Wildlife, villages, towns, all perished due to the selfish war waged by their vain egotistical monarchs. Monarchs who want nothing more than to display their might and relish in the thrill and plunder of conquestā¦ At the cost of their very own people.
Such pointless bloodshed angered those lost souls. Those who watched in horror as the war raged on with endless bloodshed, watching in fear of their loved ones joining them in death. Their fear justified as the dead kept piling up. Higher and higher, skywards towards the bloodied heavensā¦Until one day, they had enough. The war needed to end.
The dying goddess, Deirdre, took pity on such souls and offered them a gift. A gift of immortality. A gift of retribution. A gift that stripped Deirdre of her own life. The souls started to form into a new goddess that replaced the old. A phasmic sea serpent. A mighty beast of the seas. A being born of hatred, pain, sorrow and sacrificeā¦the Phantom Leviathan, Avalon.
Avalon devastated Veilskara, tearing every Veilskarian kingdom asunder in her wrath until they were nothing more than rubble and ruins. The souls of the rulers that perished in her rampage were absorbed one by one into the leviathan. They became one with the wrathful young goddess. Slowly the souls of the monarchs cursed and corrupted her phasmic ichor, turning Avalon into a goddess of tyranny rather than just one of vengeance. From that day forward, Veilskara, the Isles of Thrones became Veilskara, the Isles of Cursed Graves. The isles and sea are now ruled by their new divine lord, their new monarch. Any ship that dares sail too close to Lord Avalonās domain will be engulfed in fog and vanish without a trace. The unfortunate fate of the poor souls on board is unknown to the world to this day.
As the centuries went by, life became duller and duller for Lord Avalon. Ships no longer sailed close enough to her domain as frequently as they once did. The souls that kept Lord Avalon company became absorbed by her over time. She needed something new in her immortal life. Something new to drive more mortals to the goddess and entertain her.
One day, a ship finally fell prey to Lord Avalonās fog by sailing close too to her domain. The goddess was rather fascinated by the advanced technology found on board the ship as she carefully inspected everything. There was one discovery that caught her eye the most out of all the treasure she found. The internet. Lord Avalon thought it would be the perfect tool to aid in making the world her playground, her dominionā¦ For now, sheād rather learn more about this internet to properly plot up such a scheme. She might as well satisfy her unbearable boredom in the meantime as well ā¦and what better way to do that than being a Vtuber?
Best you poor souls amuse Lord Avalon enough if you desire to be spared when the time comes for the world to yield to her might. The Tyrannical Phantom of Wrath, Vanity, and Lust is willing to take a few lil doves under her wing if you stay on her good side. Otherwiseā¦ thereāll be hell to pay.
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