The Eclipse
The Conflict
Prelude
Some time ago, (Human)Noids spread far and wide, across many lands and cultures. The Gold and Silver rivers nourished them and the mountain housed them in Winter. The cycles of life played out vibrantly in this river island and the Thropes thrived, especially. It was all the Noids who had the same dream. In it, they saw a city split by two mighty rivers... where a King protected the North River and a Great Cedar tree protected the Southern river. And in between these two rivers, would be born a city of such magnificent radiance, that all their worldly dreams in the realms of wealth, peace, spirituality and purpose would be fulfilled. A great migration happened and the Thropes were blown like pollen into the wind. Within a year, tens of thousands came! They came from all surrounding settlements and civilizations to taste the golden wine of their projected future! They had all dreamed the dream. They knew the way by the tug of their hearts and by the landscape signs of their dreaming minds and as they arrived and piled on to the island of Hafiz (then called Hoch el Aga), they found themselves in a cataclysm. Like a valley basin in a flood, the confluence was pure power, raw power. For maybe the first time, Noids of countless variant expressions were meeting on an open field of possibilities... no entrenched ethnicities ruled, nor was there any ruling ideology or religion. The natives of Hoch El Aga were the Thropes, who manifested in great physical and cultural variance. Powerful rip tides of magic, domination and conquest drove the newcomers and the natives mad within their own belief systems, where the infinity of possibility was being first grasped and the world as they knew it was torn this way and that. Few “facts” remain from that time as rulers of Hoch el Aga were overthrowing each other in quick succession. Noids took their turn ruling and invoking their own golden gods but no one public or group could hold on to power for long. No one people could fulfill the golden dream of Hafiz! Powerbrokers became pawns, and little peace was felt for instability was the fabric of that time. Histories and records did not survive the maelstrom so we cannot be sure if all this even happened, let alone how it happens. Powerful houses, and powerful peoples from all over Acirema left their mark on Hoch el Aga but every ruler erased the memory of yesterday. What everyone remembers though, through tales and oral lore, was the 25 years that Orcs controlled the city and made it their own personal latrine of horrific debauchery. That time period is a tear in the collective minds of all the Noids who’s rule or citizenship blessed Hafiz. It’s when Hafiz itself was born… in the darkness of the Orc Rule... for a dream, especially one as epic as Hafiz, needs the dark kiln of evil madness to truly temper it's surging climax. That time is referred to as the “Eclipse”. The Eclipse is rarely spoken of today. And if it is, it’s spoken of in whispers and drunken shouts. A dark tale indeed, with many horrors that reduced the population of Hafiz to an insanity of pure survival. It is a scar on the identities of all who love Hafiz. A scar in your mind. Pepper Tea "The only hierarchy that exists is the hierarchy of Truth" -Divad Ironsmitt Sedroc
Deployment
Historical Significance
Legacy
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