Chapter One: Arrival
Spoiler ( are to come).
It was not always that our people lived upon the plateau. Once, long before our arrival, we were part of a much greater nation. These peoples dominated the lands around them and bent the world to their will. Power was their base desire and they would do any number of things in order to attain it. Such was their downfall.
Resources exhausted, the land dying, and the people left hollow, they were left with no choice but to abandon their nation and send out a few such of their people that were not so tainted with lust for domination that they may be able to establish a new land. To ensure the survival of their species, the Elders of our old nation drew together three of their greatest ships.
On these ships they rested their hopes for our people to continue on. To find a new land. To learn from the mistakes of our ancestors. And to persevere.
Of the three ships that set out, only one survived the harshness of the seas. The fifty survivors aboard this ship found themselves short of supplies and on a strange new land. The eternal winter that met them on one side and the scorching desert on the other killed no few of their numbers. The ship was broken down into wagons and the scarce supplies that remained were loaded aboard. I was a child at the time, but old enough to carry a sword. I was expected to march with the men, so march I did.
Years passed.
Through desert and jungle and forest we made way. Our progress was slowed by our unfamiliarity with the land and our lack of Mages. Those few we had were nothing compared to what those we had left behind were capable of. But we would not destroy this land as we had destroyed our last. When our last Mage fell ill and died, the group decided that to be the end of it. If we were to make a new land in order to sustain our people, it would have to be without the influence of our ancestors. None of their ways may be included in ours. To save our people, we had to destroy our heritage.
It is for that reason that I will delve no further into our past. Whatever clues may remain are better cast aside than ever being put into script.We are the people of Rayleri. This is our home. And we will do everything we must to defend it.
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