Nullaria

The Kingdom of Nullaria is an Uldarashi state originally formed by an accident made by an Uldarashi Council member.

The Beginning
On (DATE TO BE DETERMINED), the Uldarashi Council had made a mistake thanks to Gamerblox2077 (Al-Surii), that led to a man name Zekro to become the King of a land south east later to be named "Nullaria". Zekro founded a city "Nullaria", known today as Nul'lari, and established a basic government built on a Monarchy. Nearby Nullaria, there was a village called "Azei" which was abandoned and is presumed to have been an abandoned chevkrian villages after it had been raided countless times.

The Creation of Nullaria and Loss of Zekro
Zekro took notice of Azei and appointed one of his citizens, Azepus, as the mayor of this town. Azepus turned Azei into a habitable town with a farm and many houses that would end up not used. Nullaria only had a population of 10 for most of it's existence, that is until Hinda Schmitt came into power. Zekro found Hinda wandering the desert of Nullaria and had decided to invite Hinda. Hinda became a leading member of Nullaria and had increased infastructure by a large amount. Eventually Zekro had gained a sickness which at the time was unknown and is currently believed to be an older form of Smurfid 19. This sickness would kill Zekro within a week, in which he appointed Hinda Schmitt as the new Queen of Nullaria. Azepus would also give his power to Hinda Schmitt, as he had decided to go on a journey to find the cause of Zekro's illness.

The Revival
After Hinda Schmitt had gained the power and title as King of Nullaria, he would find Nullaria's population and activity levels degrading at an accelerated rate. He knew that eventually Nullaria would be dissolved into Imperial land if he didn't intervene. A man name Agapitikos also saw this, and came to Hinda to help. Agapitikos had agreed to help Hinda Schmitt in making Nullaria great, in exchange for the role as a King. This had led to the creation of the Diarchy within the Nullarian government, along with the microscopic part of a Constitutional Monarchy. Eventually Nullaria's population and size would sky rocket from only around 10 citizens, to about 110 citizens in only 4 months.

Nul'lari and Icathia
Nullaria would eventually end up with two cities, and a third currently being built. The main city, "Nullaria", would be renamed to Nul'lari and would end up including Azei into it's foundation. This city is still the capital city of Nullaria, while Icathia remains a seperate city. Icathia was originally made with the intention of making it a governmental city, meaning it would included the Crowned Palace and other government buildings.

New Oasis
Currently there is a city soon to be name "New Oasis" which is being built by 5 citizens of Nullaria. This future city is currently closed to the public unless it's owner opens it to the public.

The Nullarian Tale
Told by the Orange Poet

The dunes were high and the sky was low. The yellow orb, standing as a god, reflected the sand below. Zekro walked on his footprints, flooding around his battered shoes, knowing that no one will save him at all. He climbed up mountains of sand to only fall right after. His destination was unclear, like his vision, taken by the touch of the mighty son. The council made a mistake, and he was the receiving end, the fight was not is own. "Nullaria" this land would be called, but the prosperous Nullaria the council dreamt was nowhere to be found. only a valley of yellow dust and of past civilisations, drowning in the sea of gold. and an oasis of hope appeared before him.

A single palm tree lived near a small pond. green and blue, colours that his eyes forgot. He ran to it, like a homeless men finding a penny, and started drinking the watery liquid his body desperately needed. "What a dream!" Zekro said out loud. But his mind was not much refreshed. He felt a touch of sand on his shoulder, the wind was making grain of sand fly, but he did not stop, too thirsty to stop. But he stopped to think, "what a good place to start it all"."indeed it is" said a mysterious voice. Zekro lifted his head, a woman, sitting on the other end of the oasis, covered with brown and yellow cloth. "What a surprise guest we have here" he continued. Zekro, surprised, rose up and cleaned his eyes, in case it was the work of his imagination. "Mind asking your name?" Still there, Zekro thought. "I am a member of the council of Uldarash, who are you and what are you doing in a desolate place like this?". The man smirked "Oh, i am Hinda, and welcome to what is left of Azei, the kingdom of sand long gone". Zeko finally understood everything.

They started walking into the distance, climbed up a hill and Zekro saw it, The remnant of a village, almost entirely covered with golden sand. Pillars of a grand manor ended the one street, houses or shops, bordering the road, preyed to this palace, alas only a mere foundation of broken dreams. Zekro followed Hinda, traversing this serpent like passage, destroyed by age, houses passed them, they were barely standing, the colours of the markets vanished. Life was no more, death was omnipresent. "What happened to this place?" said Zekro. Hinda moved his finger to his mouth and shushed: "come, it is only the beginning". There was a port, with only one boat, stranded on the side, near giant farms, withered by time. Walls, the only protector, had holes like cheese, easy to attack. Trees were branches and bushes were tarnished. They arrived to the palace, bigger than the city, viewing the sun, roasted by it. Hindal welcomed Zekro inside, a wall of darkness, probably to hide into. Zekro entered first, confused of the beauty, "how" whispered he. Indeed, he never saw something like that before.

The hall was a green opera, plants were singing and the flowers were dancing with life. It was a grand hall, with the throne of the ancient king sitting in the centre of it all, beneath a hole through the ceiling. But the king was still there, without skin and only bone. “The king was there when I arrived,” said Hinda, “with his poor crown”. It was made of gold and jewels of blood, it looked so heavy. “With this much gold on his head, he would’ve needed a strong neck.” Noticed Zekro with a laugh. However, all the chests were empty, money was no more. Spent or stolen, a sad way to end, a suspicious way even. Zekro noticed something, markings were on the walls, carved there for generations, sentences sent for us by past victims. “A poisonous tooth shall protect the sand … bliss will reign over us … the greed of the king shall end us all.” Entire paragraphs were gone. “What does this mean?" “It is a prophecy, Azei did not listen,” Hinda responded. Zekro turned his head to the forgotten crown, his eyes bloomed over the object, as the sun reflected on it. “Beautiful,” he spoke his thought out loud. He slowly walked to it, manipulated by the red, gloomy eyes. Hinda noticed him, but it was too late. “NO! DO NOT TOUCH THE CROW…”. Zekro, finally happy, already wore it on his head. “No…”. The palace shook, pillars fell near him, not moving an inch. He closed his eyes and looked at the sky. There was no sun, only darkness. He let his vision clear, only to see. Another eye…

It was quick, the predator found his prey, finally to his mercy. He plunged through the hole, making a bigger one, but was only greeted by the grey floor. They avoided his attack. Hinda was there, not him, everyone but him. They ran to the entrance, to find out his tail was there too, blocking it. The monster encircled the condemned, hungry for greed. “We are stuck, death is our only escape!” the words of Hinda did not shake Zekro’s mind, he was iron willed, to accomplish what he was sent here to begin with. He removed his crown and climbed the green skin of the snake, he then ran to the lighthouse. The monster, surprised, flew to his meal, but these dammed houses and markets protected him. Hinda, not much time to think, mounted the snake’s tail and held on. Zekro zigzagged his way into the hazardous passages, to finally see the lighthouse, illuminating his path. Confused, the snake searched. Zekro finally reached it, but he felt the touch of his eye. He climbed quick, but not enough, the snake was at his heel, circling. Hinda then took his knife and plunged it into his rigid skin, he screamed of pain. It helped Zekro to finish his rise and was now holding the crown over the sea. The snake was enveloping the lighthouse and was ready to get his revenge. “Hinda!” scream Zekro, as he saw his friend falling to his end. He needed to finish it, once and for all. Zekro and the serpent stared at each other, the glorious jewels were the same as his red eyes. “Would you mind handing me over the crown?” Said the snake, with a giant smile, showing his many poisonous teeth, “The crown is for a king, not a thief like you”. And then, Zekro responded, “the blue sea, where the yellow sand stops”. He let go. The crown was now gone, forever, where the snake could not reach. The monster had his final scream and transformed into green stone. It was finally over. Hinda was on the ground, he did not move. Zekro ran to him and held his dying corpse.

“Do not worry, you will meet me again, lost on the sandy dunes,” “What? I don’t understand.” Hinda moved his hand to Zekro’s head. “I am only the work of your imagination, I was here to guide you, but now you have learned enough.” A single tear was on Zekro’s cheek, flowing to then fall through Hinda’s ghostly body. "Without you, i will be dead, below the sand or inside the snake, thank you." He said. “Goodbye my friend, but this is not over, you have a kingdom to create, I believe in you, King Zekro the First.” Hinda then slowly vanished into nothing. Zekro was now looking at the sand beneath him, flooding around his battered shoes.

Nullarian Trivia

 * Nullaria is 70% a desert, with a large oak oasis and savana biome
 * Nullaria used to have two villages in it, before they both died from presumably the same fate
 * Nullarians are commonly philosophers and artists
 * Nullarians extremely dislike Chevkrians due to Chevkri's original extreme hatred for Nullaria and it's population