Thursday, 9 July 2015

Prologue.

The vast and beautiful world of Albarith was once ruled from the mountains that reached the clouds to the beaches that touched the swift seas by just one clan; the clan of The Night's Eye. The leader of this clan took in two unrelated orphans and raised them as his own, they both took different paths in life and eventually when they came of age started their own clans; Clan Storm Claw and Clan Silver Talon. Over time more and more clans surfaced from the sons of leaders among these clans. Albarith was divided up by the elders of The Night's Eye who only now served the land as a council as they were the wisest and oldest.

Legend has it that the Storm Claws became more jealous and greedy, they tried to take more land for themselves and in the process started a war that lasted for nearly eighteen years, and became known as the War of Storms, during this war many thousands of lives were lost and some clans themselves were completely erased from the world, Mhiock, the leader of the Storm Claws had turned mad over the years after dabbling in the practices of dark magic, after his three sons died in battle he burned their sisters alive while chanting "the balance must be met" and he murdered his wife by sealing her in a cast of iron and slowly lowered into a pit of molten rock. During the siege of Tolpnarth, the Storm Claw's final stronghold and capital Mhiock was killed and the rest of the clan surrendered, to set an example of what was to happen, Mhiock's brothers were all executed and hung up around the walls for nearly a year. The wounds of war took time to heal but eventually the elders and other clans forgave and relationships grew strong again and the dark magical artefacts that led Mhiock to insanity were locked away deep underground and the practice or very mention of these artefacts was outlawed.

For nearly one hundred and sixty years the world was peaceful, but it would not stay that way...

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