Basic Introduction

Are you back for more knowledge so soon? Well, I must say, I am quite impressed at your enthusiasm. I must admit, it always surprises me when people actively seek out my knowledge. But that is of little matter. Please, do sit. I have more to tell you of this land, this time of before you arrived, before those brave adventurers found my summoning portal.

This world started out like many others: a naive world, just trying to survive from day to day. Like many worlds in this era, very little was known about things we take for granted now. Like metal armor, well crafted swords, and even the bow and arrow. Many of the weapons of that era were poorly crafted, and almost never made out of metal. Hunting was very difficult in those times, and people had to survive off the ever abundant fruits and vegetables that Mother Nature provided us with. Even that was not easy. She was a very wrathful woman who wouldn't think twice about striking any of us down if she thought we were taking too much. Just as many lives were lost trying to harvest the fruits and vegetables of the land as were lost trying to hunt the wild beasts. Somehow, we survived.

As our numbers started to dwindle, and we thought all hope was lost of surviving, woman came to visit our city. She called herself Kovera. She taught us how to forge weapons out of the minerals found in the earth. She taught us how to make potions to heal our wounded. And for a time, things were good.

We soon learned at the cost of the lives of some of our friends, that we had little use for the weapons they were made. No matter how well they were made, we had little use for things we could not use. When we cried out in desperation Kovera returned and taught us to make armor. But that was not all she did. She brought with her a friend, who called himself Zain. He taught those of our people he deemed worthy the proper way to hold the weapons of melee combat. He taught them to become efficient fighters. We finally had people to hunt the growing number of creatures that were threatening our very existence. But even that was not enough for long.

We found ourselves dealing with another problem. There was a growing problem with creatures of the sky. They would swoop down and destroy our crops because we had been killing their other sources of food. They were fast and extremely hard for our warriors, who only had swords as weapons, to hit. We prayed an answer would come. That was when Kovera visited our city and taught us to make bows and arrows. She also brought with her another friend, who called herself Hyriss. This woman taught those of us who were willing, and did not have other skills to untrain, how to use these new weapons.

This was able to satisfy our people's needs for quite some time. For generations this worked out, and we soon found ourselves growing out of the limited protection of our villages. So a small group of non combatants, who weren't focused on either the gathering materials or forging them into things, all gathered and tried to come up with a solution to our problem. At first they only prayed, but it soon became very apparent that we would not be helped out in this matter. It took them many months, but they came up with a solution. That's how we began to build cities. Our first ones were not nearly as grand as the ones you see now, but they were better than what we had. Now that we had decent protection, there were some of us that craved a life outside of weapons, outside of the confines of the life of the gatherers and the artisans. One among us craved it so much that he left the town by himself. After two weeks of almost no food, little sleep, and severe dehydration, he came back rambling about his hallucinations. This meant little to us until a day later some of our patrols met a man, carrying a box walking toward our city. They said that they had followed the crazy one back to ensure his safe arrival back home. They also told us that they were going to teach those that craved the same knowledge of the crazy one.

The man, who called himself Etos, taught us how to harness the very essence of life to summon creatures to do our bidding. These creatures would be loyal to the summoner until either the death of the creature, or the death of the summoner.

Once he finished his teaching, he placed the golden box in the middle of the city, but was quite vague about what its contents were. None knew what to make of this box, and soon fights broke out over the box. Fighters and archers wanted it as a prize, craftsman wanted it for the strange metals adorning the box, a wise old man stopped the fighting with his wise old words. Upon the end of the fighting the wise old man and a few others walked up to the strange box, and found a puzzle lock on the box.

The wise old man and his followers spent weeks trying to figure out the puzzle, but none of them could figure it out. Slowly his followers left one by one, until only the old man was left. It was nearing midnight on the fourteenth day when it hit him, he started twisting and turning the puzzle, and the moment it hit midnight the box opened with a bright flash. There stood Ocenyia, she congratulated the wise old man on his persistence. She taught him how to find true enlightenment, and then she taught him how to use that knowledge to cast magic spells.

She taught others among us who were willing to find enlightenment how to cast spells. However, she was much more fickle than we were used to, and would not teach anyone who would not adhere to her strict path of enlightenment. It was she who revealed to us that those that had been helping us out all these generations were, in fact, gods.

It didn't take us long after they left to begin to construct temples to their honor. They were, undoubtedly, the most beautiful thing in any of our towns. After several generations, and the construction of our great cities, a middle aged fighter, by the name of Amtus, decided to challenge the wrathful Mother Nature for her position of power. We all held our breath as the battle raged on. Mother Nature was sure to call forth all manner of storms to try and force us to get Amtus to back down from the fight. This just made him fight even harder. Just when it seemed that Mother Nature would force us to perish for the sins of Amtus, the skies began to clear, and Mother Nature was cast down from her position. Amtus later admitted to us that it was a lucky blow. Mother Nature had been distracted trying to call forth a storm to destroy everything that she had created for us. The storm would have been powerful enough to wipe out at least half of our cities. We all admit that it is nice to see someone who is not so wrathful about harvesting the ever infinite resources of our world.