The First Age
Welcome to the History Archive of the First Age. Here are the detailed accounts of the Landing and everything until the Great Battle for the Stolen Orb of the Dragon Priests (phew..long enough huh?) Hopefully, wise traveler, you have looked through the Guide before entring. I'm counting on that tiny bit of backgroud info so please, if you haven't read the guide I would recommend it in order to get the most out of the following scrolls.
The Ancient Scrolls of Asyria
In order to fully understand the history of the Isle, one must go back further into the past, back to the times of fire. The Fierran inhabited the north coast of the mainland, which they called Rothnar, the Land of the Endless Fire. True to the name, the land mass was one great active volcanoe, its cooled lava forming the land. Once, Rothnar was a land of plenty where food and fresh water were abondant but the shaking of the ground awoke the massive volcanoe and its peak exhaled ash and fire for thirty years.
The People of Rothnar, the Fierran, after their firey homeland, knew that they had to escape the lethal fumes to seek a better place. Although the ground beheath their feet burned that heated coals and the air they breathed was smoke, the Fierran could not make themselves leave the land of their ancestors.
That year, Lord Faldor of Gurat, the new King, married the young warrior-women Lady Nedra of Jorna. The new Queen was a spirited woman and her ways were those of courage and wisdom. It was the strong voice of Queen Nedra that awoke the long smuthered flame of the Fierran and gave strength to the People.
At the end of that very summer, the People of Ruthnar gathered their belongings and left the Land of Endless Fire in search of the Promised Land of Nedra. Priestesses and holy men dreamt the same dreams as the Queen and her plan of escape was applied.
The going wasn't easy and yet the Fierran were filled with a joyful exuberance, a glimmer of hope was allowed to float to the top of their saddened souls.
The landbride that joined the mainland and the Promised Land was a narrow path, very hazarderous and slippery. Things got even worse when the dawn of the second day illuminated the rushing tides of the sea covering more and more of the sparse landbride. It was chaos, not even the Queen could hold the People together. It was an inevitable doom, they all thought.
At noon, as the blinding sun shone on the unprotected backs of the weary travelers, a great rushing of wings was heard over head.
"I seek the Lady of Ruthnar," said the melodic voice form the heavens.
As the Queen stepped forward, the great winged being landed and gestured for the People to come closer.
"As the sun sets, the sun path will glitter on the sea and point towards the Promised Land. Follow quick the sunpath with sure footsteps and have no fear of the waters for the Ancient of Asyria guard over ye."
With that the great being rose in the air and dissapeared in the sunlight.
