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Until recently, the Vos Areni would have referred to themselves as
Morash, the same as the rest of their countrymen, the inhabitants of
Moragul. However, since the
eruption of
Mount Vatra, the country has fractured into pieces, and the Vos Areni have found themselves without homes and without friends.
As a result of the eruption, the city of
Vos Aren was destroyed and the majority of its population wiped out. Those who escaped from the boiling ash and rock that entombed the city and its surrounding areas banded together in small groups. They travelled to other cities in search of aid, but found the gates barred to them; the loss of the leadership in Vos Aren had led to a power vaccuum, and now Moragul was at
war, each city fighting to be recognised as the new leaders of the country.
The refugees - those, at least, who were not killed by zealous defenders - retreated into the wilds, seeking out other groups that had originated from Vos Aren and its surrounds. They began to wear armbands made out of scraps of red fabric so they could recognise each other if they passed. They headed back to the lands that had been wiped out by the eruption, the flattened forests, the ash-covered fields. They set up makeshift camps, settling together in small groups so as not to overwhelm the stricken land.
This one got me in the feels. Just thinking about how badly must they have been treated to not even consider themselves Moragulian anymore :(
Yeah. :( I'm looking forward to being able to explore them in more depth. Thank you
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