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dolariA beginning is a very delicate time. And in the beginning was the egg, Sweol. And in the egg was a dove, waiting for its shell to crack and be free to spread its wings.
And when it hatched, the egg exploded with such force that the sun was born along with the dove. The dove was born with six men who would tend to the next egg, Tehr. And when Tehr was created the six men left to tend to it, to tend its fields, nuture its soil.
Another egg was laid, Mes, but with no men to tend to it, the moon became lifeless and dead. The dove flew into the sky to join with its four sisters, never to be seen by man again.
Eventually, as the men of the dove nurtured it, the Tehr egg began to crack. As the dove of Terr moved, the rivers flowed from the cracks with all the fishes of the sea following. The breath of the dove created the sky, with the plants springing up to savor the air. The doves talons formed mountains on the shell, from where all the creatures of the earth overran the land.
The men of the dove counted all the fish of the sea, the plants of the land, and the animals of the mountains. And of all the fish, plants and animals, the men found the most clever and cunning to help tend the egg: Man.
The men of the dove took clouds from the sky, adding them to Man to give them thought and reason. They took the light of the sun, which made him pleasing and intelligent. And the men of the dove gave man a piece of themselves, which made his soul. And the soul gave them a name. The Arios.
The men of the dove taught the Arios. Of the fish in the sea, the plants in the air, and the animals from the mountains. As the Arios thrived, the men of the dove settled in the mountains of the Northwest. Man tended the egg on thier own in the delta of the southeast. The Tehr fed man, and Man fed the Tehr.
As the time went on, the Arios forgot about the men of the dove. Among the Arios, a city formed made up of the six clans from Arios. The Ehrem, the Suunon, the Avah, the Tua and the Pera. The clans created towns of their own, tribes of their own, and clans of their own.
In time, a man came to the Arios, proclaiming himself Livis, a man of the dove, King of all Men. But he was just one of the six, and his teachings spread only to the Arios, convinced he was a god. Unable to reach the other tribes quickly, Livis created an army of just the Arios to destroy the men of the dove in the mountains.
And yet the Arios trembled at the thought that they, as men, would go against gods. But when Livis flew into the air, and showed them his powers, he coninced them that as he was just one of the six, they were but six against thousands.
On the night of the march to the northwest, the skies over the mountains trembled in fury, and the smell of rain tinged the air. Livis flew into the air, proclaiming that the men of the dove were preparing for war against them. As then a blue strike of lightning encompassed him, he fell dead breaking his legs.
The lights over the mountain continued for days, and the normally gentle weather became violent. The Arios were first fearful of the lights and rising waters, but as the hours passed, they mustered up their courage and sent runners to the six tribes, once clans of the Arios, to ell the tale and request more troops.
And yet the lightning continued, and the waters rose and became violent. The Arios gave up their plans for war, and began plans for survival, but the waters overwhelmed them and destroyed the town of the Arios utterly, sweeping them into sea.
The men of the dove came down from the mountain, and surveyed the damage. each remaining tribe recieved a man of the dove, who grieved the deaths of the Arios, allowed through the distraction of the Men of the Dove while judging Livis.
As one of them had directly provoked Man attempting to usurp his future for himself, they would no longer allow themselves to control man's future, and sealed this promise with the rainbow after a storm.
The six tribes of the Arios became alone, and with only sparse contact among them, Man alone attempted to rebuild the city of Arios. And while the city began to thrive yet again with the former clans of the Arios, the Pera could not be found. Soon afterwards, three sets of envoys to the Arios City from the Ehrem never returned.
And we, the Tribe of Ehrem, became lost.
And when it hatched, the egg exploded with such force that the sun was born along with the dove. The dove was born with six men who would tend to the next egg, Tehr. And when Tehr was created the six men left to tend to it, to tend its fields, nuture its soil.
Another egg was laid, Mes, but with no men to tend to it, the moon became lifeless and dead. The dove flew into the sky to join with its four sisters, never to be seen by man again.
Eventually, as the men of the dove nurtured it, the Tehr egg began to crack. As the dove of Terr moved, the rivers flowed from the cracks with all the fishes of the sea following. The breath of the dove created the sky, with the plants springing up to savor the air. The doves talons formed mountains on the shell, from where all the creatures of the earth overran the land.
The men of the dove counted all the fish of the sea, the plants of the land, and the animals of the mountains. And of all the fish, plants and animals, the men found the most clever and cunning to help tend the egg: Man.
The men of the dove took clouds from the sky, adding them to Man to give them thought and reason. They took the light of the sun, which made him pleasing and intelligent. And the men of the dove gave man a piece of themselves, which made his soul. And the soul gave them a name. The Arios.
The men of the dove taught the Arios. Of the fish in the sea, the plants in the air, and the animals from the mountains. As the Arios thrived, the men of the dove settled in the mountains of the Northwest. Man tended the egg on thier own in the delta of the southeast. The Tehr fed man, and Man fed the Tehr.
As the time went on, the Arios forgot about the men of the dove. Among the Arios, a city formed made up of the six clans from Arios. The Ehrem, the Suunon, the Avah, the Tua and the Pera. The clans created towns of their own, tribes of their own, and clans of their own.
In time, a man came to the Arios, proclaiming himself Livis, a man of the dove, King of all Men. But he was just one of the six, and his teachings spread only to the Arios, convinced he was a god. Unable to reach the other tribes quickly, Livis created an army of just the Arios to destroy the men of the dove in the mountains.
And yet the Arios trembled at the thought that they, as men, would go against gods. But when Livis flew into the air, and showed them his powers, he coninced them that as he was just one of the six, they were but six against thousands.
On the night of the march to the northwest, the skies over the mountains trembled in fury, and the smell of rain tinged the air. Livis flew into the air, proclaiming that the men of the dove were preparing for war against them. As then a blue strike of lightning encompassed him, he fell dead breaking his legs.
The lights over the mountain continued for days, and the normally gentle weather became violent. The Arios were first fearful of the lights and rising waters, but as the hours passed, they mustered up their courage and sent runners to the six tribes, once clans of the Arios, to ell the tale and request more troops.
And yet the lightning continued, and the waters rose and became violent. The Arios gave up their plans for war, and began plans for survival, but the waters overwhelmed them and destroyed the town of the Arios utterly, sweeping them into sea.
The men of the dove came down from the mountain, and surveyed the damage. each remaining tribe recieved a man of the dove, who grieved the deaths of the Arios, allowed through the distraction of the Men of the Dove while judging Livis.
As one of them had directly provoked Man attempting to usurp his future for himself, they would no longer allow themselves to control man's future, and sealed this promise with the rainbow after a storm.
The six tribes of the Arios became alone, and with only sparse contact among them, Man alone attempted to rebuild the city of Arios. And while the city began to thrive yet again with the former clans of the Arios, the Pera could not be found. Soon afterwards, three sets of envoys to the Arios City from the Ehrem never returned.
And we, the Tribe of Ehrem, became lost.
