300 years ago, the Great Prophet’s flotilla escaped the Imperial Lands, while the insidious mist called the Red Tide and its Whispering Demons consumed our people. Landing on the Sunset Isles, our ancestors fought the Orc-kin to claim a foothold on the great island of Ektau, to build cities in the East and settle new lands towards the foothills of the immense Godbarrow Mountains, beyond which the Orc-kin tribes fought each other endlessly.
We learned the Orc-kin beliefs - their god Shakun sacrificed himself in days gone by, to protect his people from a great disaster. Buried under the mountains, Shakun’s bones and his worshippers’ faith repelled the Mist, which roiled and swirled impotently offshore.
100 years ago, a great Orc-kin Horde led by the Witch Queen Agrahti came across the mountains to our settled lands, killing and burning. In a twenty-year war the carnage and slaughter was horrific and the Horde laid siege to our strongest cities in the East.
But while - eventually - humanity and our allies prevailed, it was a pyrrhic victory. So much Orc-kin blood was spilled that the Red Tide swept in over the lands. People fled the coastal cities, wandering blind in the mist, falling to starvation, monsters or the Whispering Demons. But some found shelter in the ruins that the Horde had left behind. The remaining people are isolated, the misty lands are dangerous, and the Whispering Demons of the Tide are ever-present. Yet Shakun’s protection is not fully gone, and so once again we build anew.
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