Darineth is the capital of the Ilsamir lands and the hub of the power of the ancient Ilsamiri. It is here that the tale of Udeval begins
Upon the clouds he set the Ilsamiri, his much-loved children. The Malice saw what had been made, and he too made a sphere. His sphere was of fire and with it he hoped to topple the Ilsamiri, to burn away their vaporous home. The Weaver strengthened the wind, and with it caught the globe of fire, holding it far, but not far enough, from the sphere of the world. The sphere of flame did what it was made to do. It destroyed the Sky City of the Ilsamiri, and sent them tumbling to the earth below.
The fall of the Sky City, Iraneth, rent the world and into the channel flowed the new Sea. The island formed would be a haven in times of strife, another gift of the Weaver to his children.
Iraneth, the Sky City, was the home of the Ilsamiri in ages long past. The Malice, a creature of hatred and jealousy brought doom upon it and cast the Ilsamiri, Children of the Weaver, down upon the earth. With destruction came rebirth, with the death of many came life for many more. It was twelve years after this calamity, or so the Ilsamiri record, that the city of Darineth was begun. For nearly 70 years countless labourers, soldiers and engineers toiled to bring the great fortress city to completion.
It was in the reign of Ilharin I that Darineth, the Fallen City, was at last walled about with high walls of grey stone and that its streets were lined by many houses and, for some two centuries, peace held sway in the City.
The Four Towers, structures of mighty craft wrought of ancient stone, carved with forms both beautiful and potent. The Singing Towers, they are called by the Morchanin who hear them from their settlement calling on windy nights. The Towers of Inner Fire are their name among the Descendants of the Sun who see the sun rising through them from the West Road. The Towers were begun under the rule of Ilahir III and not completed for many years, such was the labour of their making. A Tower there was for each point of the compass and for each of the things that the Ilsamiri held close to their hearts: their God, their Haven, their King and the Sea.
The great struggle, the Divergence of the Ilsamiri brought unbearable suffering upon the Ilsamiri and their City. Ancient kindreds, brothers and sisters, mothers and fathers none were spared the violence of this calamity. The Temple Tower was cracked and scorched, the walls almost tumbled until, at last exhausted, the followers of the Malice, their True God, departed sorrowing from the City, never to return.
Death and suffering long held the capital in stark dismay but eventually, as with all things, time washed the sharpest agony away and brought a new courage and resolve. Anthilir Erimas, greatest of all engineers and masters of stone set about restoring the City, raising and strengthening its walls anew. It was to his art that the Ilsamiri owed the beauty of their reborn city for it was Anthilir Erimas who lined the walls with their fine battlements, shaped as the Ilsamir crest, and carved the gatehouses and pillars with their tiers of fine-hewn stone.
The Ilsamir City, Darineth that was Iraneth, lives on into the time of the Final War, the tale in which Udeval is to play an integral part, for the line of Kings has remained unbroken and their love of their city is undimmed.
this is so awesome can't wait for it!!!!!!!!!!!!!
wonderfull storie
Superbly written! This bumps my expectations for the dialogues even more! 'Cause you do know that dialogues is the best thing about an RPG, right? ;D