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Chronicles of Klindaron

Post by Offensive Bias on Sat Jun 05, 2010 3:17 am

Prologue: Of Klindaron

Klindaron is a land with a varied climate. To the North it is cold. It is said that the furthest explored areas of the North hold icy wastelands, with no signs of life. This is widely regarded as a myth, as the inhabitants of Klindaron believe that life is everywhere. In the North live the creatures of fur. These people are made for the cold, and their destiny is to survive in the cold. Those that come from the North are the Fauns, the Harpies, the minotaur and the Gryphon.

In the West is where the sprawling forests and warm days are held. In the forests are hidden the Elf and the Brownie and the Gnome. They are pale skinned despite the heat. They are fast, slim and athletic. They are masters of the bow and the language of the woods. It is rare to find a person outside of the forests who speaks their strange and beautiful tongue. To the creatures of immortality, they are born immediately with the knowledge of speech, and all are bound by tradition and in some regions, law to learn the common tongue that was coined by the men and the centaur. They are friendly, and venture often to the surrounding lands to converse and teach and learn. Often considered the wisest creatures of the world.

The South is one of rainforest and jungle. Dark skinned people walk there, and they are people of hunt and nomadic ways. Some in the northernmost fringes have adopted civilised ways and live in tribal towns and in rare cases, cities. But the majority dwell deep in their wet greenery and shift from place to place. They are made up entirely of men and the secretive fairy. The fairy flitter through the trees and in the valleys where flowers grow in abundance. The heat is unbearable to people from the North and they have a distaste for the lands and its people. At times, the nomads in times of hardship and internal struggle have ventured into the Centre Lands to raid and pillage farms and villages. But these times are rare and retribution against these rare war parties is swift and brutal.

The central lands are a lands with very few woodland areas. They are plentiful in rivers and they are adorned with beautiful valleys. The climate is one of mixed rain and sunshine. The people there live simple lives. Farms and small walled towns dot the land. The people are comprised of mostly men and dwarves. The dwarves live in the mountain range that lies near the great lake Garlond. They are master craftsmen and are expert miners. They are employed all over the land as workers in mines and some have even taken residence in towns and cities to open blacksmithing businesses. The central lands hold the professional armies. The men have crafted an expert military, comprised of strong men and discipline. They have a King and a Queen, and have Knights and Dukes and Barons. They are the forefront of civilisation and technology in the land.

In the East, the evil stirs. It is desert and blistering heat, harsh lands with no water or wildlife. The sands are sinister and hold the blood of millions. The unknown powers reside here. The driving force behind the Orcs, the Ogres and the elf like Janar. These creatures are vast in number, stinking, dirty skinned, red eyed beasts one and all. The Janar are very elf like. They resemble the elf race except for some differences. All Janar have silver hair instead of golden. They have fangs unlike their counterparts, and they also have yellow eyes while the elf have green and blue eyes. No one has ever explored the land in detail, but no one has ever encountered where these creatures dwell or what makes them so evil. In the past, vast hordes of the creatures have appeared and threatened to sweep through the centre lands, but all these times they were held back by discipline and steel. But they stir more than ever, a horde ten thousand times the size of anything else some say. While others say it will be like all the other times. But they are unsure, and doubt clouds them. As in the East, vast smokes can be seen rising all days of the year. Something is coming, but what?

The people are unsure of how large the land is. The North goes unexplored for the tales of its deadly cold, and the South is has gone unmapped by its unlearnt people and even the friendly and well travelled elf are hesitant to travel too deeply into the jungles, as tales are passed of murderous tribes with foul weapons and wicked gods. The great forests that span the East border an ocean. The elf have no need of the ocean as they are content staying on land.

There is a myth of the creation of Klindaron, and this small story has an entire religion surrounding it. Hundreds of thousands of years ago, older than the oldest elf, there was a land of boiling lava and skin stripping winds. Until there came a great presence. The Creator. He swept his hand along the land, and vanquished the evil elements. He shifted them East, where they could do no harm to his chosen creations. Then He spread the remaining elements to different corners of the chosen land. The cold would dwell in the North, where his warmer skinned creatures could endure. In the South he put the heat and the trees to shade his chosen. He made water fall there daily to keep them cool, and in the West he put the sun and the mild warmth. The trees would shade the chosen, and keep them cool in the hot season.

And then His eyes turned upon the centre of this great land. He laid his hands flat and slowly and gently rose them higher, and higher. Eventually, a sprawling mass of rock and stony peaks was there. And beside it he spat. His spit formed into a great lake, that would keep these people watered and would draw animals there for food. Then he made small hills and gentle slopes, and adorned them with flowers. He then left a gift for the people. In the South, he left the gift of hunting, and he created the first men. He placed them in the jungles and taught them hunting. He then spread His hands wide across the length of the chosen land, and deer and fish and birds and other animals appeared. The South people were happy with their gift, but they forget The Creator and so He ignores them now, and occasionally curses them.

In the West he left the gift of language and immortality. He wanted the chosen here to be able to spread throughout the lands and teach those He loved. He then created the elf, the brownie and the gnome and spread them throughout the forests. He instilled in them a love of archery and all things natural. Then he turned his eyes to the North, and he created those with fur and wary trust. He made them strong and hostile. These would be His chosen warriors and He created the faun, the minotaur, the harpy and the gryphon. He gave them the gift of weaponry and of warm blood. He named them protectors and he made them close together.

Then he looked once more upon the centre lands. He placed more men here, except they were pale skinned and tall. He placed them among the valleys and gave them the knowledge of civilisation and wisdom. It wasn’t long before they were building homesteads and farms. He was pleased with them, and then He sat back and watched His new creations for a time, before He realised something was missing. He frowned then, and the first harsh weathers came. Wind and dark cloud and rain. But this was soon extinguished as He realised what was missing. He crafted a bearded race then. Short people, but stout and hardy. He gave them the gift of materials and tools. Then he found a place for them. He put them in the vast mountain beside the lake. He then hollowed passes and bored passages through the mountain. And they created buildings and populated the entire mountain. All was peaceful, and The Creator enjoyed what he had done in this place.

The people are divided between this story and the story of the All Mother, who gave birth to the land and everything on it. Although this doesn’t explain the evil. But the people who believe in the All Mother are the Southern tribes and some small parts of the East forest. When this story birthed a religion, people began adding beliefs into it. The second part of the Great Book details the coming of the Evil to the land.

The Creator was happy for a while, and peace was dominant amongst the land. The people had intermingled, and the elf were learning common tongue and struggling to teach the language of the woods. The dwarf had begun making their armours and weaponry and the first of their race came down from the mountain and mingled with the men. The men invented currency but all other races beside the dwarf were not very keen to adopt it. Everything was going to His divine plan. Until one fateful night.

The Creator was enjoying His own creation when he felt a darkness. He felt a chill and He felt fear for the first time. It seemed that to the East, where the harsh elements dwelt, there was a shadow. It engulfed the scorching wasteland and calmed the winds and lava. At first He thought this new presence wanted to still the harsh left in the land, and He foolishly let it continue to stay in the East. There this new thing made the ground hard again, it made the ground cooler and the winds slowed and no longer bit and clawed. He watched it with interest, and still He did not intervene. He then turned His attention back to the chosen, and watched them. Then He realised he had wondered about the new presence for too long, and rains had been falling all over the land for days. He stopped them and returned the sun and the warmth. Suddenly, he felt a wave of fear as powerful as a physical blow, and He again was afraid.

This new presence had created its own life. He observed the life, and what He saw repulsed him and made him shake with anger. Thunderstorms vicious and loud erupted around the entire land of Klindaron He challenged the new entity, and it revealed itself. Monstrous and hideous in form. It attacked him, while its monstrous creations built foul houses in the East. The Creator fought the entity for hundreds of years. This period was known as the Great Torment to the chosen. For four hundred years, floods, thunderstorms, earthquakes and even fire rain tormented the land as The Creator battled the Evil. The people cowered. The dwarf returned to their mountain and barricaded the caverns and stayed huddled in fear. The elf, brownie and gnome were aware of the war waging above them, and they added their chorus of voiced to The Creator.

They prayed and prayed, and gave Him strength. The North creatures were resilient and tough, and took the full force of these terrible events with a brave face. In the South, the tribes were ravaged and they scattered and broke away from each other. The men in the central valleys had nowhere to hide. The land was flat and they were flooded and drenched and killed. The men were wrought with grief and they sought refuge with the dwarf. They were allowed into the mountain, and the hard made towns and cities were abandoned by the men and reclaimed by the elements.

This ethereal battle continued until The Creator managed to throw down the Evil. He knew he couldn’t defeat the Evil, and that this stalemate was the only chance he had to impose terms. He took the weakened Evil, and beat it back to the East. He confined it there by creating a vast desert to separate the land of black rock and black mountains and ash that was the East. Then He was forced to watch as his shamed foe built more vile creatures. The Creator was insulted when the Evil made a mockery of the chosen. It created an abomination of elf and made them evil and twisted. He was angry, but he did not face the Evil in its own twisted and hate filled land. Instead, he calmed the terrible elements and made the land bearable again.

The men came out of the dwarf mountain and returned to their ruined homes and rebuilt in silence. The dwarf remained in their mountain, afraid that more would come. Those in the North continued as ever, strong in unity and strength. The South was once again plentiful with sunshine and animals and hunting began anew. And the West was happy once more. They took back to the trees and revelled in their old way of life returning. All was well once more, except for the looming presence that hung in the East, and threatened the world.

This is the Creation story of Klindaron, and how things came to be shaped. The Creator is said to still be watching, but concentrates on the doings of the Evil. The men of the valleys and hills have prepared an army, the creatures of the cold and snow are waiting as always, ready constantly and always alert to danger. The elf are taught with the bow and the sword and are masters. The South are blissfully unaware of the goings on around them, but their allegiance in the coming fight may prove incredibly deciding and could possibly hold the key to which side wins.
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Post by Offensive Bias on Sat Jun 05, 2010 3:29 am

Also, if you take the time to read, at least leave a decent comment. Thanks!
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Post by PiEdude on Sat Jun 05, 2010 3:38 am

I love it.

The whole thing reads like a sort of Bible for the groundwork of whatever you're writing next (if you're writing more).

This was very well written OB, I hope you do more.
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Post by Offensive Bias on Sat Jun 05, 2010 3:43 am

Defenitely want to go somewhere with this. I got the inspiration after reading through some Lord of the Rings and Chronicles of Narnia books. Classics.
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Post by Death no More on Sat Jun 05, 2010 9:42 am

Its pretty awesome, I would like to see more of it Very Happy
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Post by Carlos Spicyweiner on Sat Jun 05, 2010 4:05 pm

It's really good. I'd like to see more of it.
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Post by Offensive Bias on Sat Jun 05, 2010 4:59 pm

Did you just read what the guy above put and alter it a tiny bit?
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Post by Offensive Bias on Sat Jun 05, 2010 6:07 pm

Okay everyone. I'm feeling really good about this, and I have to ask all of you. Those of you who have read it, would you please continue to read it as it goes along? I am hoping to continue this to the bitter end. And I need your feedback to keep me motivated. I also want to say that this is the first stepping stone (Hopefully) towards writing a full fledged story of my own for publishing. So please, please give me your unbiased thoughts towards it as it continues. Thank you for your time.
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Post by Death no More on Sat Jun 05, 2010 10:16 pm

Offensive Bias wrote:Okay everyone. I'm feeling really good about this, and I have to ask all of you. Those of you who have read it, would you please continue to read it as it goes along? I am hoping to continue this to the bitter end. And I need your feedback to keep me motivated. I also want to say that this is the first stepping stone (Hopefully) towards writing a full fledged story of my own for publishing. So please, please give me your unbiased thoughts towards it as it continues. Thank you for your time.
I think you should go for it, its a great idea, and I bet a lot of people would enjoy reading it Very Happy I will read this all the way to the end.
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Post by Gold Spartan on Sat Jun 05, 2010 10:43 pm

I'm interested to see how this progresses.
But I swear to god if you have 20 story elephants I'm going to stop reading.
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Post by Offensive Bias on Sun Jun 06, 2010 1:00 am

New chapter!

Chapter One: Of The West

In the West dwell the creatures of the woods. They are often considered the greatest of The Creators inventions. First, we will discuss the elf.

The elf were the second born in the world. They came after the men of the South, and they were given language and immortality. They spent the first thousand years of creations exploring the forest. They loved the trees and the protection and wonderment it offered them. Eventually, they began to build houses in their favourite trees and they were arguably the first to discover the uses of fire as light. The rest of the world was still in a stage of infancy while the elf were entering adulthood. They had gained knowledge and had language.

Eventually, the first elf discovered that the forest they thought stretched forever actually had an end. They flocked to “The edge of the world” or “Ki durma lo ki Matha” in their language. They stayed at the edges of the forest, watching the world beyond, and they saw people suffering in their ignorance of the things around them. The first elf to venture out of the forest were called the “Givers of Life” or “Jana lo Feire” in their language. They took pity on the outsiders and they went first to the central lands. More and more elf left the confines of the forest, and brought with them knowledge of fire, language, houses and hunting. The men were at first frightened of the elf, as they appeared wearing clothes and wielding fire.

But the men learnt to trust these people of the forest. They began to accept them into their tribes as friends. And in return for their trust, the elf taught them. The elf brought medicine and knew how to treat the sick. Many of the men were ill from the poor conditions of their homes and lands. The elf brought fire to them, so that they could be seen properly in the night. They gave them herbs from the trees and plants and prayed for them to The Creator. Then the elf taught language after the healing of the sick. They couldn’t teach their own tongue, as The Creator had forbidden it. Instead, they invented an entirely new language for the men, calling it “Common Tongue” or “Byntha Forlin” in their language. As such, the men became known to them as the “Borlin”.

Once they could properly talk to the men, they began to teach them in the art of housing. They brought wood from their forest, and constructed the first homes of man. They put them near the many rivers that flowed along the central lands so that the people would never go thirsty, and hunting was plentiful in those places. The elf then began to teach the men how to fend for themselves. They taught them archery. The men found this new weapon a breakthrough, and the elf were pleased with their work. They then taught the men of The Creator and what he had done for the world. The men believed the elf to be right about everything, and almost immediately adopted the elf religion and began praying. The elf returned to their forests and all was well.

Then they began to see uses for the horse, the creatures they had hunted for food for so long. They started to tame them, feeding them and talking to them. It wasn’t long before the horse were domesticated. The elf began to ride them, using their speed in the hunt and also to speed up travel. With the horse now under their control, they left the forest a second time with hundreds of the animals as a gift to the men. When they arrived in the central lands, they found much change. Where simple wooden houses stood, there were now stone cottages and the men had taken to wearing clothes. They had a few walled villages and the elf looked upon them with wonder. They had grown fast. The men were overjoyed at the return of the noble race, and the gift of horses pleased them greatly.

With the men taught in the ways of riding, the elf went North. They discovered snow, and extreme cold there. They brought with them much fire to keep warm in the harsh nights up there. And as they ventured further North, they found nothing except bleak daylight and freezing nights. But as they were ready to turn back to the shelter and warmth of the forest, they stumbled upon a large valley. In the valley were hundreds of thousands of creatures huddling next to fires. They came down to these creatures in peace, and they accepted the elf, thinking them seeking a place to live.

The elf taught the creatures in the North, as they taught the men. They discovered that the creatures believed that the entire world was cold like the North, and they were astonished to learn that there were places of green and leaf and sun. And many creatures left with the elf, when the elf had dispelled their gifts to the North. They took residence with the men as the elf would not allow the creatures into their forest, claming The Creator did not wish it. The creatures, with their new religion accepted the excuse, and inhabited the valleys in the central lands. But most of the minotaur, fauns, harpy and gryphon remained in their home and forged a way of life thanks to the elf.

Around this time, the dwarf came down from the mountain. They approached the men in the centre lands, and the men passed on the knowledge of the common tongue. It was the dwarf who introduced the first axe and the first sword. The knowledge of how to craft these weapons spread along the land, and to the northern fringes of the rainforest to the South. The elf traded medicines, herbs and horses for weapons and dwarf blacksmiths. Ever since then, weaponry was changed and the spear reshaped and made stronger, and the elf were taught how to craft the finest arrows. Made from the bark of the strongest trees of the West, the feathers were that of a dove, and the steel head was crafted in a dwarf smithy somewhere in the forest.

The world was undergoing a great change, independent cultures and traditions arose. Some breakaway elf who were close to the rainforest were taught the stories of the All Mother by the Southern men, and this spread the religion to the Northern expanses. All Mother shrines and temples can be found all over the land. But then there was an emptiness for a hundred years or so. The Creator had abandoned his subjects, and bad weather cast itself across Klindaron. And then, it calmed and the doubt was gone and The Creator was back once more.

And then thunderstorms. The elf had to leave the trees as they were hit by the wrath of the war waging above. The Evil and The Creator fought one another fiercely, and the immortal and mortal of the land below waited it out. The elf had to stay on the ground, unfamiliar and unwelcoming to them. Mud and dirt brought misery and disease back to the fair race. Thousands died until it eventually ceased, and the elf could return to their tree top houses once more.

But now the East was populated with Evil and disgusting, miserable creatures. And rumours came of elf like people raiding the men of the centre lands and killing indiscriminately and with a sick, twisted pleasure. Now, the elf have thrived, declined and thrived once more. They are ready to partake in the great struggle between good and evil in Klindaron.

The gnome have always looked up to the elf. Although they did accompany the elf on their journeys around Klindaron, they do prefer to live in their forest. Unlike the elf, they are slow to trust and believe the fast developing men should be treated with a degree of hostility. The gnome were given immortality by The Creator and they can be considered cousins of the dwarf. They are good at crafting, and are the makers of fine jewellery and their weaponry is second only to the dwarf, but no race makes better bows. They love archery and a common pass time for the youth is to have a spot of target practice with their bows.

The gnome, unlike the brownie and the elf, live on the ground in huts and caves. During the great battle between the Evil and The Creator, the gnome offered what shelter they could to the elf, but they caught the diseases that ravaged across the West, and many were killed. However, they survived the destruction and are now back to full strength. They make their weapons and jewels and some even head to the centre lands to become a soldier in the central army.

The brownie are similar to the elf in some aspects. They are both tall, and both have golden hair. Except the brownie are brown eyes and wear brown clothes instead of the green or white favoured by the elf. The brownie have also forsaken some of their woodland traditions and taken to living in separate tribes or claiming territory of their own (A lifestyle picked up from the men) and sometimes the brownie war with each other, despite the pleas of the elf and gnome to stop the mindless bloodshed. The brownie are largely available in the north of the woodland, and in their society it is punishable by death to revere the All Mother.

The brownie have taken to the trees with a heart, but abstain from practice with the bow. The brownie love riding, and are expert cavalrymen. They train on horseback from a young age, and many are offered mercenary contracts by the Centre Lands. During the fight between The Creator and the Evil, the brownie were the last to leave the now dangerous heights of the trees. They refused to leave, and many froze to death, or were killed by the vicious lightning that tore through the sky. But they survived, and eventually accepted their fate and left the treacherous heights. They recovered swiftly enough, and returned to their duties in silence, happy to have survived.

The West is a place of wonderment, a land of immortals. The first place created by Him, and the birth place of much of the knowledge that has saved countless lives and revolutionised the state of living along Klindaron. The allegiance of the West will be decisive, but it is without question that they will stand against the Evil that spreads thickly in the East, where smoke rises constantly, as if casting an evil eye over the entirety of the land.
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Re: Chronicles of Klindaron

Post by PiEdude on Mon Jun 07, 2010 10:11 am

Loving it so far.

Especially the Brownies (Dark Elves?), as they seem like a much more stubborn and sturdy version of the Elf.

You should make a map for this.
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Post by Offensive Bias on Tue Jun 08, 2010 1:15 am

I have. But I had to use some crappy already installed paint thing. But it has the general look of the map. And I can't really upload the thing until I figured out names for the settlements I've marked on the map.
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Post by Gold Spartan on Tue Jun 08, 2010 8:22 am

I like the gnomes, as they seem to be a mix of dwarves and hobbits. The Brownies are a nice touch. I wonder what "foul creatures" are in the east. Guess well find out in the next chapter.
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Post by Offensive Bias on Tue Jun 08, 2010 10:01 am

Already said ^.^

Ogres, orc and Janar. But I'm thinking of adding more to that. But I'm not sure what other creatures I can use. But I gotta say, no trolls. I'm using ogres as the replacement. But I'm open to suggestions.
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Post by Gold Spartan on Tue Jun 08, 2010 10:19 am

Doh
I wonder what Janar are though. Guess we'll find out soon enough.
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Post by Offensive Bias on Wed Jun 09, 2010 9:45 am

Read the prologue to find out Razz
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Post by R!zZle BiZzl£ on Wed Jun 09, 2010 11:34 am

nice, very well thought out ob. Smile
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Post by Offensive Bias on Wed Jun 09, 2010 1:51 pm

Cheers Brown Bear xD
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Post by Offensive Bias on Wed Jun 09, 2010 4:18 pm

Chapter Two is ready

Chapter Two: Of the South

The South is a place of mystery. Unexplored by the elf and unmapped by the black skinned men who live there, but everyone agrees on the same thing. The rainforest stretches for miles. Some even believe that the rainforest is larger than the elf forest. The All Mother is in the leaves and the animals of the rainforest, as she is all they worship. Thousands of years have passed in the jungles without much change. The most significant change was a few Northern most tribes adopting the ways of the Central Lands, other than that there was nothing.

The men in the South are constantly divided, led by hundreds of different chieftains. No one has managed to unite the fiercely tribal men under a single entity. Wars are always breaking out between tribes, and over the ages hundreds of tribes were absorbed and destroyed, while others grew large and were eventually brought to the dust. Although not many people see these men of the jungle, those that have can attest to their hunting skills. They have perfected the art of the hunt, fast runners and they can throw a javelin far. Every hunt they go on is a success, and the people never go hungry.

When The Creator made these men first, and he loved them, he shunned them when they refused to acknowledge His kindness. He turned his back on them, and created the immortal to fit their place, and the men of the South were blissfully unaware of the anger they had wrought on The Creator, and they continued to live without his guidance. The gifts that they were given proved a great help in expanding along the jungles and staying fed. At the time of their creation, the men of the South were all one entity and weren’t spread amongst warring tribes. This changed when the Makul (The First) claimed power over the race from his brother. Makul chose the strongest and fittest, and broke away from the others, forging the first tribe. His action defined the way his people would live for thousands of years to come.

With the absence of a leader, and many of the men claiming the title of the rightful leader, infighting broke out between the rivals and their supporters. They broke away slowly, but eventually and forged their own tribes. Those who hadn’t chosen an allegiance and still believed they should all be under one leader, were shunned from the newly established tribes, and most if not all perished in the wilds without the warrior class to protect them. The tribe set up by the Makul has been alive for thousands of years, and is still large and active during the present times.

The wars between the fragmented people lasted a long time, and The Creator, in curiosity, looked upon the South. What He saw made him pity, as He learned the plight of those without a master, and He remembered His old love for the South men, and He took an act of mercy on them. He forced peace and allowed them to grow and flourish, and then He left the South, never to return.

The South, thanks to the peace imposed by The Creator, were able to grow and spread further throughout the jungles. As they explored further, they came across the fairy. They fluttered amongst the heights of the trees, bright, luminous balls of pink and red light that seemed to cast happiness where they went. The men of the South devoted rituals to the fairy, believing them to be the messengers of the All Mother, and sacred in their own way. The first men of the South reached the tinges of the elf forest around this time, and the All Mother made her presence known in the Southern fringes of the elf lands.

Even though there was never any danger of food shortage in the jungles, and water was easy to come by, the men still suffered like everyone else during the battle between The Creator and the Evil. The downpours that normally only lasted a few hours began to last for weeks. The mud swelled, and many of the people became filthy and ridden with disease. Because they were a simple people, there was no containment of the disease, and it spread like wildfire throughout the different tribes. The death toll was gargantuan, and to survive, the first tribe shut their camp sites from outside visitation, and isolated themselves and offered many sacrifices and prayers for the All Mother.

Despite the rain, the muck and the disease, many of the men of the South were still alive and healthy. The battle ended, and the weather was restored back to normal. The South rebuilt and repopulated their jungles, praising the name of the All Mother for Her victory over the sky.

Today, the South are a violent people. When tribes are at peace, they keep their warriors on their toes by raiding into the Central Lands and killing and pillaging. It is also seen as a rite of passage for a youth to be blooded through these raids, giving them a passage into the warrior class of their tribe. Due to the humidity and extreme heat of their habitat, the men of the South tend to fight in loose cloth or even naked. The men who fight naked are a confusing sight to their more civilised enemies and often confuse and frighten them. Technology is a slow moving boat for these people. They have advanced little since their creation, making simple clothes, baskets, weapons as well as tribal and ceremonial jewellery.

The evil is stirring once more in the East, and while sheltered by their trees and ignorant ways, even they cannot ignore the growing power of the East for long. For their master is a creature of pure hate, who wishes to see all life on Klindaron undone. However, the South would not see this fight as concerning them, as they do not believe in The Creator and the Evil. There is only the All Mother and the elements.
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Post by R!zZle BiZzl£ on Thu Jun 10, 2010 10:49 am

this is a great read.
and when i read the part of them being naked and confusing the enemy that made me lol.

i can imagine one their enemies saying something like this.
"what the...john look at this"
"what?"
"its the southerners i think theyre trying too attack us... and theyre naked!" Smile
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Post by Death no More on Thu Jun 10, 2010 2:08 pm

Nice I like it, cant wait for the next one Very Happy
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Post by Offensive Bias on Thu Sep 30, 2010 9:02 pm

Chapter Three: Of the North

The North is home to fiercely independent creatures. The races that dwell in the cold lands, called “The Ice Breathers” (“Ki Balari Neronda” in the Elven language) have their own Kingdom. They control the icy plain, and have agreed on border settlements with the Elf and Men. They rarely deal with the outsiders, as they believe contact with outside races will destroy their ancient ways. Little is known about their life before the Elf arrived, they were too focused on survival to draw their way of life in the caves and wax. They shivered in the cold, Northerly winds and died together in the Great Freeze. The only thing that is recorded was the first Ice King (Balari Yelde), and that was from word of mouth.

The Ice Breathers consist of the Minotaur, the Harpy, the Faun and the Gryphon. All are intelligent, tough and unflinching. They have ruled independently for years, with the Ice King’s keeping rule over the land and solving clan feuds. The Clans each have a family name, after their founder, called an “Ice Sibling”, and there are many Clans in the Kingdom of Ice. The Clans each elect one of three men from different Clans who were judged worthy of being considered the next Ice King. The current Ice King cannot name an heir, as no one single clan can rule the Ice Kingdom for more than one lifetime, however long or short that might be.

The Clan’s are bound by the Law of Tradition. This Law was established by the first Ice King, whose name was Oeldeth. The Clans are not to attempt to take power for themselves, they must abide by the law on pain of their Clan’s extermination. Oeldeth also forced the army of the Clan’s to disband, mixing them amongst different Clans, commanding that no Clan aside from the Ice Clan may have any warriors. Feuds must be settled Clan Leader to Leader. Oeldeth personally fought every Clan Leader who attacked his decision, killing them all. He then exterminated their Clans. He reigned 127 years, the Iron Minotaur, who defeated his every foe personally.

The Clan’s maintained this Law, electing a new Ice King upon the death of the last. Peace aided their way of living. Tradition became as important to the Ice Warriors as the food they needed to eat to survive, or the warmth their body craved. Several Clans formed alliances with each other… Until the seventeenth Ice King, Mordroth, banned alliances, and decimated the Clans responsible. He was assassinated soon after, but his law was never removed. Ever since, the Clans have been individual entities, who have lived together in peace for years, settling feuds with their own blood instead of the blood of others. The Ice King maintains his peace by the point of his sword.

But then… The Great Torment tore Klindaron to pieces. The Creator fought to save the land he created by killing thousands of His children. The Elf wept, the Men prayed, the Tribes died, but the North survived without remorse, without sadness, without hurt. They weathered the worst, facing the worst cold the world had ever seen. For over a thousand years of eternal night, of blizzards that lasted weeks and the dead that became one with the Ice.

The Great Torment ended, the land calmed. The temperatures cooled, the Northern people returned to their valleys and river sides, returned to their harsh way of life. The Great Torment was said to have claimed the lives of over 300 Ice Kings. But the Ice King who sat the throne at the end of the suffering had been sat there before it ended. He had weathered out the storm and survived. His coming was said to have ended the “Storm in the North”. He was hailed, “Ice King Ovarth the Storm-breaker”

From his reign onwards, the Kings have always been hailed Storm-breaker. The title is an honour, and the King takes it to secure himself as an heir to Ovarth, to prove that he is worthy of one of the greatest Ice Kings. Any King who does not make the pilgrimage to the tomb of Ovarth after receiving the title is considered a usurper of the Ovarth line.

From the time of Oeldeth the First, the standing army that the King commands is kept between 10,000 men and 15,000 men. The King resides at the Citadel built atop the graves of the Kings who died during the Great Torment. The Citadel is called Winter Keep. There is a thriving city around the great Citadel, the entire army of the King can garrison the walls with space left for a few thousand more it is said. He disperses the men amongst the city to keep order, their bright, white armour emblazoned on the chest with the blood-tinged snowflake that is the royal crest of the Ice King’s, used since Oeldeth the First’s time. The hardy and toughened people of the North are uninterested in goings on in the East. The East doesn’t concern them. The ice is all that matters, braving the cold and ensuring survival as the Creator intended them too. But if the East should sweep too close to the barren ice, there is no telling what fury the North could unleash upon The Evil.
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Post by Onyxknight on Thu Sep 30, 2010 9:36 pm

This is very interesting and wonderful ^_^ and i was wondering is there like a basis on the elven language you use?
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Post by Offensive Bias on Fri Oct 01, 2010 5:20 am

Yes, there is. I've got a few words saved. If you want, I'll put the list somewhere in here.
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