The cerulean blue ocean of Luresta was calm.
From the early morning sunrise that brought the day break light, the coastal town of Lirian basked peacefully in the warmth of a new day. Although cold from the stiffened chilling winds that came ashore of melton-cracked ice flows, many of which had buckled and submerged into the watery depths of the ocean.
It was 7984 B.C., the dawn of a new breed of humans - the beginning of Man. And with much in the way of intelligence, both instinctively and inspirationally, it hadn't taken long for the whole town to become that of a city; it's huge columns of hand carved stone houses, arena’s and temples, all of them roofed of the best water, sand and silt from the beach lines that headed east and west. Lirian was a great place, but it was getting too big for everyone.
Many of the Elders believed that it was time for some of them to leave, to go on a small quest in finding another place to call home. With food supplies running low, and more Hunters out killing the local Creatic’s, there just wasn't enough for everyone.
'Of course, if we travel north toward Caldon, maybe we can find somewhere that is rich with vegetation?' Colban spoke up in a voice that had everyone look at him with doubt.
'Caldon is not a place for our people to be…!’
Many disagreed with interrupting shouts and sniggers at the way in which Romis was exemplifying Lirian’s own culture with that of Caldon, making this an attempt to look further for a solution. Unfortunately, they didn’t have any other plan than to travel north.
‘The people of Lirian will not go without,’ an Elder sat by the side of a young woman with child announced, ‘there are many miles of land between us and Caldon, be it near The Valley of Martuk, or The Caves of Pomanteus, it matters not. Colban will make the journey and take with him a handful of men, I trust that we can agree on this as a way to help our great city and its people?’
The question was not in Colban’s ability to reach a suitable place, but to survive the journey that the Elders were so eager for him to make. They would be facing many Creatic’s, as well as other people, too; some like Lirian, some that weren’t.
‘I hear there’s a small town near Sentime Bay, due east of Trasu. If Colban can make it that far, then I would agree, we could make home for those who wish to start new,’ Estilrite Wucna shouted out over the raising voices that suddenly fell to a low. ‘The one true question of whether he did succeed would be unknown until such a path is made to Lirian. What say you, Colban, do you believe that you could make the journey?’
Colban was a Mirroe, a simple Fisherman and Hunter, who tracked down and killed the region’s largest Creatic’s that came wandering the lands killing Resheenian’s.
‘The Sheekan’s will be of no match to my men…but, it’s what else is out there that I am not sure of. We were told to be our own Valseers, weren’t we? Or is that all forgotten now, the same as many other ways and traditions…!’
Colban was hushed by Wucna, his hand raised trembling with a rage that seemed to make Colban uneasy. All the same it brought silence to the whole Court.
‘All of the Valseers are gone, Colban – dead! What we as a community of people need to do now, is find a new home in the vastness of this island. Travel north with a selection of good men and bring us good news on your return.’
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