Post by Griffin on Nov 23, 2009 0:56:16 GMT -5
Note: This is NOT my chapter. I took the extra time Brandon provided and decided to put the history in the form of a prologue insted of adding it awkwardly into my chapter.
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“How’s it feel, Hail?”
“Not much different from yesterday.”
“You don’t have to call me “Master” or “Sir” or any of that nonsense.”
“I never did that anyway.”
“True, but you can do it in front of people know.”
Hail chuckled lightly. She and her teacher, Ray, were riding along the eastern plains of Renjora.
“Well, I think this is Renjora still,” Ray said, scratching his chin.
“The border between Renjora and Arresh is pretty muddled over here isn’t it?”
“Exactly. When people got sick of Renjora, they just kind of moved off and settled in the southeast of Sytra. Eventually, so many people gathered...”
“Yeah, I know Ray. I know my history.” Hail winced right as she said this. It was a training device Ray used in her early apprentice years and she mostly learned to catch herself, but whenever she claimed to know something, Ray made her go back to the very fundamental basics and recite them.
“That so?” Ray said with a sneer. “Well then, tell me from the very start, how our great world of Luen came to be.”
Hail glanced pitifully at Ray, “You want me to tell you the history of the world?”
“Briefly, yes.”
She sighed, but began regardless. “The civilized world as we know it began in the island nation of Trepolen, in the northwest of our maps. There, the people today we call the Pureborn live. Eventually, the Pureborn got paranoid and sent out massive fleets in each compass direction to see what could be found.”
“And what did they find?”
“Well, the fleet moving southeast stumbled upon a forested land, today called Renjora. The natives, the Renji, weren’t too keen on outsiders just stumbling in, so they starting fighting the invading Pureborns. More and more troops and supplies arrived and sooner or later, Renjora was conquered.”
“And what of the natives?”
“The natives actually caught the eye of one nameless Pureborn scout. He started studying their combat techniques, their tracking and stealth skills, their equipment, and adapted it with certain Pureborn tactics and equipment and no one really cared until the Renji attacked again.”
“Exactly. Then the scout got a name, recognition, and responsibility.”
“To train people in the ways of the Renji and use their tactics against them. As such, the Rangers were born.”
“We’ll go into Ranger history later Hail. Explain about the rest of Sytra.”
“With Renjora conquered, more and more Pureborn starting migrating over. Explorers discovered that the land they were standing on was more than just forest and plain. In the west/southwest part of the continent, the forests turned to a wide array of mountains and valleys. These explorers led people into this part of the continent and named it Clendi. The continent as a whole became known as Sytra.”
“And Arresh?”
“Arresh is an odd kingdom. When people got sick of the Pureborn culture, they went off to find their own land and founded Arresh. True to their nomad ways, no formal borders have been established aside from the river separating Arresh and Clendi.”
“And that’s all of Sytra.”
“You won’t trick me that easily. East/northeast of Renjora is a vast desert that none have crossed and came back. Fog and jagged reefs prevent ships from scouting the area around this desert. Geomancers claim to feel earth past the desert. The official name for mystery land past the desert is “The Isolated Land”, but the common name is just Wastelandia.”
“Good. Now, races.”
Hail sighed quietly. “There are three races in Luen. The Pureborn are those born either on Trepolen or from Pureborn parents. The Reborn covers most of Sytra. They are the descendants of the native Sytrans. Lastly, the Seafarers, or Oceanborn, are the ones who live on the Nidor islands,” Ray opened his mouth at this point, but Hail predicted the question and continued, “,which are any of the scattered, tiny island north or south of Sytra.”
“Lastly, cultures.”
“Haven’t you heard enough Ray?”
Ray simply smiled at Hail. She sighed yet again. “Pure culture is the Trepolen native culture. They’re all cocky with founding more than eighty percent of the known world so they must be the best, the greatest, Pure. Not to be confused with Purebound, which is the Renjora culture. It’s basically Pure without all the stupid tradition and superstition. The Skybound culture is associated with those in the mountains of Clendi while the Earthbound is with the people in the valleys or even underground Clendi. Lastly, the Unbound culture is the wanderers, usually associated with Arresh. There. Done.”
“Oh look. There’s a good spot in that thicket for camping. I’m tired, how about you?”
“You’re ridiculous, Ray.”
The duo veered their course into the edges of a thick wood and made camp for the night. Tomorrow, the mission they came out here for would begin.
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The Shadow of Hope: Prologue
A Brief Historium
A Brief Historium
“How’s it feel, Hail?”
“Not much different from yesterday.”
“You don’t have to call me “Master” or “Sir” or any of that nonsense.”
“I never did that anyway.”
“True, but you can do it in front of people know.”
Hail chuckled lightly. She and her teacher, Ray, were riding along the eastern plains of Renjora.
“Well, I think this is Renjora still,” Ray said, scratching his chin.
“The border between Renjora and Arresh is pretty muddled over here isn’t it?”
“Exactly. When people got sick of Renjora, they just kind of moved off and settled in the southeast of Sytra. Eventually, so many people gathered...”
“Yeah, I know Ray. I know my history.” Hail winced right as she said this. It was a training device Ray used in her early apprentice years and she mostly learned to catch herself, but whenever she claimed to know something, Ray made her go back to the very fundamental basics and recite them.
“That so?” Ray said with a sneer. “Well then, tell me from the very start, how our great world of Luen came to be.”
Hail glanced pitifully at Ray, “You want me to tell you the history of the world?”
“Briefly, yes.”
She sighed, but began regardless. “The civilized world as we know it began in the island nation of Trepolen, in the northwest of our maps. There, the people today we call the Pureborn live. Eventually, the Pureborn got paranoid and sent out massive fleets in each compass direction to see what could be found.”
“And what did they find?”
“Well, the fleet moving southeast stumbled upon a forested land, today called Renjora. The natives, the Renji, weren’t too keen on outsiders just stumbling in, so they starting fighting the invading Pureborns. More and more troops and supplies arrived and sooner or later, Renjora was conquered.”
“And what of the natives?”
“The natives actually caught the eye of one nameless Pureborn scout. He started studying their combat techniques, their tracking and stealth skills, their equipment, and adapted it with certain Pureborn tactics and equipment and no one really cared until the Renji attacked again.”
“Exactly. Then the scout got a name, recognition, and responsibility.”
“To train people in the ways of the Renji and use their tactics against them. As such, the Rangers were born.”
“We’ll go into Ranger history later Hail. Explain about the rest of Sytra.”
“With Renjora conquered, more and more Pureborn starting migrating over. Explorers discovered that the land they were standing on was more than just forest and plain. In the west/southwest part of the continent, the forests turned to a wide array of mountains and valleys. These explorers led people into this part of the continent and named it Clendi. The continent as a whole became known as Sytra.”
“And Arresh?”
“Arresh is an odd kingdom. When people got sick of the Pureborn culture, they went off to find their own land and founded Arresh. True to their nomad ways, no formal borders have been established aside from the river separating Arresh and Clendi.”
“And that’s all of Sytra.”
“You won’t trick me that easily. East/northeast of Renjora is a vast desert that none have crossed and came back. Fog and jagged reefs prevent ships from scouting the area around this desert. Geomancers claim to feel earth past the desert. The official name for mystery land past the desert is “The Isolated Land”, but the common name is just Wastelandia.”
“Good. Now, races.”
Hail sighed quietly. “There are three races in Luen. The Pureborn are those born either on Trepolen or from Pureborn parents. The Reborn covers most of Sytra. They are the descendants of the native Sytrans. Lastly, the Seafarers, or Oceanborn, are the ones who live on the Nidor islands,” Ray opened his mouth at this point, but Hail predicted the question and continued, “,which are any of the scattered, tiny island north or south of Sytra.”
“Lastly, cultures.”
“Haven’t you heard enough Ray?”
Ray simply smiled at Hail. She sighed yet again. “Pure culture is the Trepolen native culture. They’re all cocky with founding more than eighty percent of the known world so they must be the best, the greatest, Pure. Not to be confused with Purebound, which is the Renjora culture. It’s basically Pure without all the stupid tradition and superstition. The Skybound culture is associated with those in the mountains of Clendi while the Earthbound is with the people in the valleys or even underground Clendi. Lastly, the Unbound culture is the wanderers, usually associated with Arresh. There. Done.”
“Oh look. There’s a good spot in that thicket for camping. I’m tired, how about you?”
“You’re ridiculous, Ray.”
The duo veered their course into the edges of a thick wood and made camp for the night. Tomorrow, the mission they came out here for would begin.
