To Those Whom The Gods Pity
The earth was made in a dwarfen forge with help of the council of grand gods. Or so goes the tales passed down by the sages of ancient lore. Such is the nature of man as he makes his stake to become the most savage creature upon the earth. Peace was unheard of except in the whispers of the deranged and poor. No race existed without conflict in the early times of earth, until the mighty gods separated the man mass into many different parts. The elves migrated to the forests becoming one with the earth god Tetra. The dwarfs to the frostbitten lands of the north, their great forges fueled by the fires of the mighty god Verra. The humans took the barren lands, building their civilizations in peace under the merciful god Aluna. With the three races separated the world thrived as the three gods watched over their children for many years. But even gods lust, and soon their children formed the new races of earth. The half elves found themselves as a nomadic race, the god Seerfuu at their backs. The goblins and trolls rose up in south lands, their forges producing crude idols to the god Felos. The many creatures of the night, and the demons that haunt our dreams followed under the able watch of Alurose. With the growth of new life comes the death of the old generation, and soon war broke out between races once more. And as the god Alurose gathered his forces, he decimated the common people with a new world of evil. Having a treaty with the trolls his armies found themselves well equipped, and it seemed as though all hope was lost. The people prayed to the gods uniting as one to destroy the evil creatures that plagued their land. For many years the races learned to get along with one another having only a few clans that rebelled against the idea of peace. But evil doesn't stay dead, and it is foretold that the evil force will once again rise up to claim the land as its own.
“Telling fairy tales again Sera?” Alidan asked as he stood at the front of the ship with his arms crossed over his chest. The old man he addressed looked up at him from his small crowd of children scowling at the young man. “It is no fairy tale!” He calls shaking his head before shooing the crowd off to bed. “If you had any sense left in your head then you would know that this is the year that the evil was said to rise again!” Spouted the old man as he moved closer to Alidan looking out at the calm sea. “Relax my friend you know I only jest......” Alidan replies with a grin before returning his attention to the land mass in the distance. “Can you believe that we will be the first humans let into the Suther lands to start the first unified colony?” Alidan asks in disbelief as he sighs contently the wind pushing his silver hair back. “It troubles me that the old evil once inhabited this land.......” Mutters Sera grimly as he runs a hand through his long white beard. “Oh your just being........” Alidan was cut off by the sound of projectile fire flying overhead. A giant flaming mass hurled from a catapult rammed into one of the colonist ships turning it into a floating torch. “What is this!” Alidan screamed up to the man at the top of the crows nest. “Its looks like......No......Its can't be! Its Orcs!” The man calls franticly before a arrow pierces his throat. “We need to turn back now!” Called many of the men as they ran around attempting to secure the ships passengers. Alidan attempted to help getting people into the few lifeboats they had as arrows whizzed past him. “Keep you heads low!” He called to the people as he assisted them onto the boats casting them off to fed for themselves. “Incoming! Abandon ship!” Was the last thing he heard as the boat he was on was hit directly wooden shards of the mighty behemoth flying everywhere.
Alidan swam for his life grabbing onto a piece of driftwood to stay afloat. He turned looking back at the ship once more before blacking out. His body floated for days in the choppy sea eventually being cast out onto a beach when many other things from the ship had landed as well. He laid surrounded by the dead, his breaths coming slowly as the sun cast down on him. He was wounded quite badly, and now his fate rested in the hands of another.
