Once upon a time, there was a woman. I don't know who she was or where she lived, but she existed. One day, she had a baby boy. I don't know what his name was, but I'm sure that originally his mother loved him. But this woman's love was brief, so this one or two year old was tossed out in the middle of a desert for the vultures to feed upon.
Fortunately, he was strong and was able to toddle his way to a tribe of people. Those people called themselves the 'Vannakai': 'Stone Treaders' in their tongue, although there weren't many stones in the vast expanse of sand for them to tread upon. The Vannakai took the baby in, gave him the love that his mother lacked, and raised him to become one of them.
The boy – once he learned how to speak - didn't remember the name that his mother had given him. So, the Vannakai gave him the only name they could think of that didn't dishonor his mother's original choice: Nomen. He grew up to be a strong, independent young man, capable of hunting, gathering, healing his wounds, and singing and dancing. But his life was about to change.
My name is Nomen. And this is my story.
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Excursion
FantasyOne thousand years ago, the Empikah walked the desert along with their Vannakai people. Or at least, that's what Nomen has been told. So when a messenger appears in the midst of the Vannakai Tribe, claiming to be sent from the Empikah, Nomen knows t...
