Post by Tala Ebonshade on Aug 7, 2010 13:21:20 GMT -5
Centuries ago, there was a land called Tel'Nair, named for its various beauties. Many a traveler passed through Tel'Nair, as it was a land uninhabited of humans, known as a short-cut from one great city to another. The land had various attributes, barren land in the south, lush forests to the north, cascading mountains farther west, and the mighty sea to the east. Dry climates populated the eastern region, cold weather reigned over the west, shadows permeated the south, and moderate weather claimed the north.
Tel'Nair was a popular country, though uninhabited, and it soon became apparent that it would highly benefit those who chose to live there. And so, caravans arrived for several decades, bringing with them men and women, with children chasing the poultry or livestock they brought with them. Over the years, a pattern emerged within the land known as Tel'Nair. Only the fieriest, and strongest of warrior moved to the southern region, where the desert made it impossible for fairer-skinned humans to live. Those who were used to cold climates settled in the western mountains, as the ones who brought livestock found a home within the eastern region. Those who couldn't survive in either cold or hot climates, or who couldn't traverse the long, rocky paths of the east, made a home in the forests to the north. And so, several decades of peace reigned over the land as Tel'Nair slowly became populated. No one questioned why the fairer lands in the center of Tel'Nair remained barren of life, be it human or animal life. But peace cannot last forever.
Slowly, the people of Tel'Nair became aware of disturbances reported along the outskirts, those bordering the uninhabited middle region. People gone missing in the middle of the night, animal carcasses found slashed and drained of all its liquids. Many a men investigated, but none returned home.
The land was thrown into a panic, which lasted for several years until one man emerged with a proposition. He offered the people a choice: Accept him as their overlord, and he'll stop the slaughter, or slowly perish. Of course, the people of the dry sands refused, and withdrew from the negotiations immediately, for they were the ones seeking power. Were they not the strongest, did they not have the toughest warriors? They believed it should be them with power, not a thin, pale man with an inability to smile.
The rest of Tel'Nair withdrew peacefully, pleading time to consider the mans sudden request, for they were as reluctant to follow the whims of a stranger just as the southern warriors were. The man only nodded, and just like that, disappeared as sudden as he came forth. But as they met the following month, to discuss this request once more, it became known that not one warrior from the southern region had come. A messenger was sent, in hopes of bringing at least one sympathetic warrior to the meeting, but the next week only terror was known.
The messenger returned with tales of blood, long ago dried by the sun on the deserts sand, the bodies of all the southern warriors nearly unrecognizable, eaten by carrion and predators, and bloated beyond human shape by the hot sun. A further survey reported no known survivors, only the steps of one man dragging what looked to be a wagon behind him.
The mysterious man reappeared just as the messenger finished with his story, and he once again repeated his proposition. This time, not one hesitated in accepting him as their leader.
And so, the land of Tel'Nair became known as the land of Dark Blood to those outside the country, who had heard of the mass murders of innocents in the dry, sandy south. A set of rules were imposed to those that inhabited Dark Blood, limiting trade but raising more settlements in each region. Slowly, each piece of Dark Blood were named. The bloodied sands were named Avaerite Sands, in honor of the first man to build a home there. The region in shadows next to it became known as the Dark Hills, where rumors said the survivors of the mass murders fled to. The icy mountains were tagged White Mountains, and the mighty river to the north was named Quilate after the first flood drowned only one child by the name of Quilate.
The lust forest became known as Isfidael, those who knew mostly peace and prosperity lived here. The two lands to the east were called Howling Plains and Rocky Ridge, due to the way the wind howls through the tall reeds, and the way the rocks held up against the ocean.
And the middle region, where it is said the mysterious man lives, was named Dark blood Manor, for those who venture there, usually don't leave with their blood.
Tel'Nair was a popular country, though uninhabited, and it soon became apparent that it would highly benefit those who chose to live there. And so, caravans arrived for several decades, bringing with them men and women, with children chasing the poultry or livestock they brought with them. Over the years, a pattern emerged within the land known as Tel'Nair. Only the fieriest, and strongest of warrior moved to the southern region, where the desert made it impossible for fairer-skinned humans to live. Those who were used to cold climates settled in the western mountains, as the ones who brought livestock found a home within the eastern region. Those who couldn't survive in either cold or hot climates, or who couldn't traverse the long, rocky paths of the east, made a home in the forests to the north. And so, several decades of peace reigned over the land as Tel'Nair slowly became populated. No one questioned why the fairer lands in the center of Tel'Nair remained barren of life, be it human or animal life. But peace cannot last forever.
Slowly, the people of Tel'Nair became aware of disturbances reported along the outskirts, those bordering the uninhabited middle region. People gone missing in the middle of the night, animal carcasses found slashed and drained of all its liquids. Many a men investigated, but none returned home.
The land was thrown into a panic, which lasted for several years until one man emerged with a proposition. He offered the people a choice: Accept him as their overlord, and he'll stop the slaughter, or slowly perish. Of course, the people of the dry sands refused, and withdrew from the negotiations immediately, for they were the ones seeking power. Were they not the strongest, did they not have the toughest warriors? They believed it should be them with power, not a thin, pale man with an inability to smile.
The rest of Tel'Nair withdrew peacefully, pleading time to consider the mans sudden request, for they were as reluctant to follow the whims of a stranger just as the southern warriors were. The man only nodded, and just like that, disappeared as sudden as he came forth. But as they met the following month, to discuss this request once more, it became known that not one warrior from the southern region had come. A messenger was sent, in hopes of bringing at least one sympathetic warrior to the meeting, but the next week only terror was known.
The messenger returned with tales of blood, long ago dried by the sun on the deserts sand, the bodies of all the southern warriors nearly unrecognizable, eaten by carrion and predators, and bloated beyond human shape by the hot sun. A further survey reported no known survivors, only the steps of one man dragging what looked to be a wagon behind him.
The mysterious man reappeared just as the messenger finished with his story, and he once again repeated his proposition. This time, not one hesitated in accepting him as their leader.
And so, the land of Tel'Nair became known as the land of Dark Blood to those outside the country, who had heard of the mass murders of innocents in the dry, sandy south. A set of rules were imposed to those that inhabited Dark Blood, limiting trade but raising more settlements in each region. Slowly, each piece of Dark Blood were named. The bloodied sands were named Avaerite Sands, in honor of the first man to build a home there. The region in shadows next to it became known as the Dark Hills, where rumors said the survivors of the mass murders fled to. The icy mountains were tagged White Mountains, and the mighty river to the north was named Quilate after the first flood drowned only one child by the name of Quilate.
The lust forest became known as Isfidael, those who knew mostly peace and prosperity lived here. The two lands to the east were called Howling Plains and Rocky Ridge, due to the way the wind howls through the tall reeds, and the way the rocks held up against the ocean.
And the middle region, where it is said the mysterious man lives, was named Dark blood Manor, for those who venture there, usually don't leave with their blood.