Turmoil, the ending days, and a new dawn.

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***The unwritten history of Swertz Ebon des Strums (The valley of the thunderstorms)***

The sky rumbled with the Deep sound of thunder. Dark clouds, thick and swirling masking the huge figures within on the route they took.
The storm moved swiftly. Streaks of lightening licked at the ground as torrential rains pounded all below the heavy clouds.
The female surrounded by the members of her clan that protected her was laden with the heavy burden of eggs and ready to nest.
Many lands behind them had been passed over, found to be unsuitable that she may have a safe place to nest. The family would aid in watching over and protecting them once the nesting had started. Roars of their calls filled the air mixing with the rumbles as their wings beat in time to the thunder they
created.

The mountain lands came to view, She could fly no more. Impatient roars of the coming event had begun, it was here or nowhere, her time had come, fate had chosen for them suitable or not.
The cave was certainly large enough but the inhabitants of the lands were not so friendly and declared war upon the
great beasts.
The Battles raged for several years, leaving many dead on both
sides. The storm-drakes, unable to leave the nest they were sworn to protect, fought on unwaivering.
With no peace to be seen in the near future those that
still lived launched a final massive assault until finally the valley soaked with the blood of both sides was claimed. The remnants of the armies that had opposed them, now broken, left fleeing.

Horus and Ryu'jiin watched over the lands for many years after the eggs were laid and peace had been secured. More came and the valley flourished becoming a safe haven for all pure of the bloodline. The eggs hatched and the hatchlings grew.
The lands prospered and grew.
Time itself here seemed to have no meaning. Travelers and strangers passed through free to come and go under the protection of those who now ruled.

Even time has it's fate however, as the day came that the lands began to fall apart. Rumors of wars, distant and far off from them of civilizations being wiped out by great magics. The great magical beasts were again to fend for their lands to protect them and all who inhabited them. Through great magics of their own they created a powerful dome around them and their lands to
protect what they could.
Rumors of the great wars would come to an end, they
needed only to wait it out, but that was not to be....

The lands fell away as the world around them became shattered, piece by piece, torn away from it's own roots leaving those guardians feeling the land's and the creators' pains.
Darkness fell over the great mountains as all seemed to come to an end around them and fall into nothing....

Brightness surrounded them out of the oblivion. The darkness faded away and all seemed as if waking from a dream. Much time had passed, yet it was as if not a day from the one before.
The sun crept over the mountain peaks as this new day began. It was different now, coming from the west not the east over
the lands, not near so bright.
Where they came from was but a fleeting thought of what once was as though drawn from far away, another world, another time or perhaps even another realm.
In just a few moments these inconsistencies were dismissed as all was as it should be and as it always had been.

Soon after the temple was built the queen disappeared. To this day no one knows what happened to her. Her heirs rule to this day and Enmold watches over who reside there.

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The straights between Ungaranth the southern portion of the mainland, and Amaranth the northern portion, were divided by a large straight often used for shipping to Lorhedge, from both Sensual and Silver Hedge. The large straight was named Siren Straight from the barbarian tribes, that first arrived to settle the lands. Fables spoke of the beautiful songs of the sirens that would each night perch along her banks calling out to the barbarians and sailors, thus leading them to their deaths.

Some days, as travelers pass over the straight they swear they can still hear their beautiful songs, and feel the lure and pull of their souls beaconing them into the cold harsh waters that run between the lands.

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Sensual, often refereed to as the city of sin, for its tolerance to slavery and the Dark Elves that reside in the city, Ssivah, that lies beneath her cobblestone streets. She is surrounded by sea on all but two sides. It is considered to be neutral, and the meeting place for many treaties, and trades. To her north a small fishing village known as Chemlek and to her east another known as Obreth. Sensual has no real agriculture to speak of but the lands around her are beautiful and attract outsiders, and travelers on many occasions. Her main means of support is her trade through the shipping lanes and small caravans , that she relies on to supply food and supplies to her residents. Governments in the past had come and gone, monarchy's passed on down threw their heirs till the bloodline ran out. Since that time she has acted much as a democracy. Her city streets are guarded by the soldiers that offer their lives to serve her, and her way of life. The outer lands patrolled by the Estoan Knights, who seek to bring light and justice; and to protect, the outer villages that surround her. Though the beliefs of the two are quite different, they resolved to live In a semi peace, not often do conflicts occur between them.

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Kimoku:
Dellin Vaille was one of the last monks personally trained by Vorrenn Senng, the Master of the Order of the White Hand and teacher of the martial discipline of Tai Kwan Leep. Dellin had been one of Vorrenn's most loyal followers, and had been appointed as a messenger between monasteries that Vorrenn had established. Dellin secretly blamed himself for his mentor's death, having been the one to bring Vorrenn the news of greed and corruption that had seeped into the first monastery he had established. The master monk had hastened back to those lands, where he died, protecting those who deserved no such aid. In atonement, Dellin had sworn to follow in his master's footsteps by keeping the way of the White Hand alive, and by becoming the guardian of Vorrenn's soulmate, the sorceress Blaze Senng. Dellin, along with Blaze, came to the land of Vorrenn's birth to establish a monestary in his tribute. The Island of Kinmoku was established, and over time greed and coruption again seeped ito the ranks dividing the monks into three orders.

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Glasston:

In the early days soon after the lands were divided between the three tribes, wars had broken out, leaving so many devastated with the destruction around them. The enemies descended in on Glasston, and for days they bombarded her.

The queen was desperate, called upon her mages and clergy for aid. For days they prayed and their prayers in the last moment answered as the ground rolled beneath then the skies lite with bright colors much like the rainbow, the grounds rose high above the seas, leaving the enemy to drowned as the sea waters rushed in hurling themselves against the rocky backs that now protect the city to this day.

Enmold was praised above all else, and a temple was resurrected in his honor. Though his true form is not known, that day many centuries back, many lives were spared.

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In a time long past, and forgotten, before the barbarians settled the lands, a great war raged between the gods and a now forgotten race of human like creatures that had settled this island. Tails in the beginning years tell of souls that suffered and walk the lands to this day. They tell of the Guardian who watches over the dead. The island has been cursed they say, the souls of dammed walk the lands, hence giving the island it's name, The Island of the Dammed, Alritma

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Island of Fornia
This once was a thriving place, many lived and did their daily business, now only but a few left behind after a great plague struck the the small island leaving so many dead and buried by the few who remained to stubborn to leave. The evil taint in the magics that weave threw the lands has left its impression here, as demon like creatures walk the very grounds about the crypts that hold the dead beneath. The rumors of the unspeakable things that happen in this place, are enough to make the shop keeper lock his doors to keep out all that is unwelcome. At night they pray for salvation