Chompaholic
Om nom nom
- One on One
- Group
- Dice
- Quests
- Nation Building
Vee's heart pounded in her chest. It was HER fault. It was all her fault. She grew up with the horrific tales of the humans, but she couldn't resist.
Centuries ago, humans and magical creatures lived side by side. They were not friends, but they had alliances based on their trades and craftsmanship. The dwarves were sturdy enough to handle the hardwork of digging through the mountains to acquire the minerals and gems needed for forging and jewelry making. The elves were kindred spirits to the earth and produced the best harvests and flowers. Humans were innovative and creative. Each brought their skill to the table to heighten the experience of all.
Then one day, the humans developed magical technology and techniques that they didn't require the talents of the other magical races. Soon, they viewed them as inferiors. Treehugging elves. Dumb dwarves. Humans began crusades to exterminate the other races and their cultures. The dwarves hid deep underground. The elves took to the forest, building small tribes amongst the treetops.
Over the years, humans developed legends around elves and dwarves. "They can curse you with a look." "They'll beat you and take your gold."
The elves and dwarves developed their own cautionary tales as well. "Beware little elf of the Inquistors. They'll lure you with shine and promises, but steal you away to never be seen from again."
Was it morbid curiosity or just a lack of sense? Vee felt compelled to take every chance to sit at the outskirts of the forest watching the human settlement. Over her 108 years of life, she watched kids fall in love, get married, and have their own kids. She watched their celebrations and traditions. Longing to walk among them and witness it firsthand.
So when her family and a few other villagers went foraging, she tagged along.
'Five minutes of people watching won't hurt' she thought as she snuck away. A few minutes came and went over and over again. Vee didn't come to her senses until she her the sounds of a struggle.
She ran as fast as she could, but it was too late. Everyone was captured by the Inquistors of the Fiery God of Creation, Hestian. She hid in the branches, watching as they roughly handled her loved ones, taunting them with their inevitable fate of the purification flames in the capital.
Racing back to her village, Vee's face was tear stained as she told the elders of what happened. They chastised her for not watching out for the rest of her party, but thanked the earth goddess, Gaia, that at least she was safe. She begged to send guards to reclaim them, but the elders rejected the idea stating they had lost enough people. Against the will of the tribe, Vee was determined to save the people that she put in danger.
She put on a cloak and leather armor in hopes to disguise herself, packed some supplies, and took off after them.
Centuries ago, humans and magical creatures lived side by side. They were not friends, but they had alliances based on their trades and craftsmanship. The dwarves were sturdy enough to handle the hardwork of digging through the mountains to acquire the minerals and gems needed for forging and jewelry making. The elves were kindred spirits to the earth and produced the best harvests and flowers. Humans were innovative and creative. Each brought their skill to the table to heighten the experience of all.
Then one day, the humans developed magical technology and techniques that they didn't require the talents of the other magical races. Soon, they viewed them as inferiors. Treehugging elves. Dumb dwarves. Humans began crusades to exterminate the other races and their cultures. The dwarves hid deep underground. The elves took to the forest, building small tribes amongst the treetops.
Over the years, humans developed legends around elves and dwarves. "They can curse you with a look." "They'll beat you and take your gold."
The elves and dwarves developed their own cautionary tales as well. "Beware little elf of the Inquistors. They'll lure you with shine and promises, but steal you away to never be seen from again."
Was it morbid curiosity or just a lack of sense? Vee felt compelled to take every chance to sit at the outskirts of the forest watching the human settlement. Over her 108 years of life, she watched kids fall in love, get married, and have their own kids. She watched their celebrations and traditions. Longing to walk among them and witness it firsthand.
So when her family and a few other villagers went foraging, she tagged along.
'Five minutes of people watching won't hurt' she thought as she snuck away. A few minutes came and went over and over again. Vee didn't come to her senses until she her the sounds of a struggle.
She ran as fast as she could, but it was too late. Everyone was captured by the Inquistors of the Fiery God of Creation, Hestian. She hid in the branches, watching as they roughly handled her loved ones, taunting them with their inevitable fate of the purification flames in the capital.
Racing back to her village, Vee's face was tear stained as she told the elders of what happened. They chastised her for not watching out for the rest of her party, but thanked the earth goddess, Gaia, that at least she was safe. She begged to send guards to reclaim them, but the elders rejected the idea stating they had lost enough people. Against the will of the tribe, Vee was determined to save the people that she put in danger.
She put on a cloak and leather armor in hopes to disguise herself, packed some supplies, and took off after them.