The last century has seen war, famine, and the fallout of the greatest sins. The envy of outside nations at the technological explosion, the greed of growing corporations, the subsiding gluttony of the starving, The greatest betrayal of the lust of a king fading from power, the avarice of the common who struggled in desperation to make a world for their great grandchildren, the sloth of the ones who became the break in the funnel of cashflow capital, and finally the pride of the empowered that on so many occasions sparked revolution and the change of regimes.

Vaia began as a small port town. Nineteen colony ships in a convoy so far lost from their original destination, some thousand souls escaping poverty, exile, and pursuits of the law for the grave mistakes of their lives.

Yeuliwa Vaia, a young woman, was the first to step on the land as the ships made anchor some hundred yards from landfall. She dove from the bow of the ship and swam the salty waters of the bay to the beach where the northern split of the Boolean River divides, she felt profound freedom in that moment, and the admiral of the convoy named the world they landed in after her in short order.

With their large colony ships, and diverse population of laborers, a village and a small port was built in less than a year. In less than a decade they had a small city and word had spread throughout the coasts of the new bustling town at the edge of a bountiful land of untouched resources.

The Monastery of Ralipal and Ahn-Tallah

The denizens of the small port town found the Monastery of Ralipal and the Ahn-Tallah laid treaties to protect their lands from the rapid industrialization of the city which quickly swallowed the cut plots of nature on the map on all sides with warehousing, factories, and residential blocks of apartments. 

The War of Jile

Shortly after the young city’s expansion beyond the forests of the Ahn-Tallah and the Monastery’s sanctuary the first great war of the port began. The old kingdom where the original denizens came from felt they had a great claim to the land, and bore down their army to subjugate the growing port town when it refused their hierarchical claim to the colony. Jile united the Ahn-Tallah, the Ralipal Monks, and all the different factions and organizations at the time to fight back against these offenses, quickly evolving the war from violent to economic with the show of power of their combined forces.

End of Anarchy, Beginnings of Currency

The city did well for a place with no laws. Unspoken respects, a network of bartering, sharing labors for the simplicity of shelters, hearty meals, and mutual growth of wealth and wellbeing. As the population exploded with incoming refugees, merchants, businessmen, and contractors with a dream of the most grand of architecture, credits were born. These simple enchanted tags stored the value of one's labors and could be exchanged like the coins of the other countries. 

Ownership, Beginning of Caste Capitalism

The Runscriptia was established as the growing number of arguments over ownership of real estate, companies, and valuable artifacts gained a need for recordkeeping. The Archive was established and made accessible by the Credit tags. A displaced visitor from another plane drunkenly described a computer to a gnome in a barhouse over one too many drinks and within a decade the first computers were on shelves. The magicked tags were quickly replaced by electronic verification devices that could be “Enchanted” (Programmed) to serve as keys, bank access, and general records. Ultimately, the existence of recordable ownership gave rise to Moln Metals, and eventually, the rise of all of the other major organizations.

District Lines, Forty Years of Civil War

Fifty years into the evolution of the metropolis the dozens of small towns that popped up over the hundred and fifty square miles of what is now Vaia went through thousands of skirmishes, feuding families. Entire villages growing their borders until overlapping claims molded into a larger and more cohesive state of political boundaries. The small wars began as large families, self made kings, and clusters of immigrants fought over what was once free and easy to claim land. Then one day as technology reached a peak of digital enrichment, ten years ago, The Tyrant arrived.

Arrival of The Tyrant

He was a quiet man, walking into town from the south, from the wastes that turned any who entered into a melting mess of death. As he walked through the different towns he drew a number in the middle of each, and when he finally walked every road and stood in the center of it all, all Thirty-Five Million lives in two hundred miles heard his voice in mind. “I am risen, I am of the Vor, and the number I have assigned you is the place you belong. Stay there, Thrive.”

This of course, began the last civil war, The Rise of the Vor.