Post by Admin on Dec 21, 2021 19:13:31 GMT
When there were plentiful groves and forest and fresh water running through the lands, Kahmed was a hunter. He left from his camp every day and returned with the hides and flesh of various creatures from the jungles close by. Upon his return he was graced by the tribe - he was an astounding hunter for his time, and though repetitive and simple, he was content with his life. Kahmed, as most elves were, was a believer. Irian graced his tribe with his light and visited them every morning like a father checking on his children. He knew the tribes people by name, as he knew every tribe of every race across the continent from the elves to the Giants. He visited and always spoke to each and every person as if he had all the time in the world. He did this for everyone, for every person across the world. He was happy to, and Kahmed was always delighted to see him, as everyone else was too.
Every now and then Irian would help around - despite his reach and his ability, he often opted for the simplest ways to help. Instead of creating food from nothing or summoning the rain to water crops, he taught the people to grow and gather. He used his strength like a mere mortal instead of a God, and the people loved him for it. He used his powers only when needed. Kahmed never needed his blessings, he was always fine on his own and he was proud of that. His hunts never required any help, and he was always tending to his home and his family with their needs as well, he was by all means independent from Irian, unlike so many others, and he never knew how important that would turn out to be.
It felt like any other day before people realized Irian had not visited. They felt concern, or believed perhaps something important was happening, she so they waited. The next day he did not return, and the people continued to wait, as they toiled theirs field and hunted their catch. The third day, he did not return. By now, the world itself stopped waiting - the rivers started to recede, the vegetation started to wilt and the wildlife started becoming slightly harder to find. The tribe had no plan for this, they only feared and awaited Irian's return. By the end of the month, the heat of the sun bearing down on the tribe was unbelievably harsh, the insects and wildlife of the jungles and forests were gone, the plains dried up, and whole trees turned to nothing but dead dried twigs. The soil itself began to dry and change. The tribe suffered. The more adventurous tribes people set out to search for better tidings, only to never return, no doubt lost in the changing ecosystems of the world - especially for the elves who dared try to travel across the new deserts with no experience whatsoever. By the end of the month, the tribe lost half of its people to the heat, to famine, or even to the sudden arrival of giant worms under the ground.
Kahmed's tribe was closer to the center of the weekend, they could easily travel across, and with the way things were going, he too decided to try searching for an answer. He set out with his family and what was left of his tribe to find something - anything or anywhere they could survive. For weeks more they travelled across the land, their youngest perished from hunger, their oldest could no longer withstand the heat, Kahmed's wife slowly lost her will to continue, but Kahmed urged them to carry on. Many others perished along the way. Irian, surely, was testing them all somehow. When they reached the edge of the desert they saw the figures of trees and plant life once more, but they saw something else. Giants, walking along the edge of the jungles ahead of the them - and they too, seemed to be desperate on a single glance, with women and children following along their mightiest warriors ahead. Some of the tribes people approached, Kahmed not included. He barely had time to react when fighting broke out - he never figured out what was said, but it never mattered. The Giants were bigger, faster, and prepared for battle, while the tribes people barely had enough hunters left to survive. Kahmed attempted to take his family and run, but it was far too late. Javelins rained down upon him and his loved ones, and less than a minute, his family and his tribe lay slaughtered. Kahmed, with a javelin through his shoulder, watched nearly face down in the sands, out of the corner of his eye with tears streaming down his cheeks, as the giants pillaged through the corpses, taking what little they had scrounged in their journey and barked orders at one another in their language, before venturing further into the deserts the tribe had just come from. He laid there for so long, holding on through sheer willpower, that he spotted more giants, differently dressed but more of the same regardless. The giants were exploring the same as his tribe - and for whatever reason they had decided to attack. He understood this now.
Kahmed was independent, but he had never been alone. He laid in the sands until the giants had left, and managed to get up to treat his wound as best as he could with what he could find, he grieved the loss of his wife, his children, and his tribe. He cried, and tried to come up with a reason why the giants would be so willing to do this, and he never could. But he did realize one thing, if the giants were venturing into the deserts now, that meant there would be more, and more loss the way he just experienced. Kahmed gathered his things, readied the bow he had used to kill game for years, and set out with his eyes aflame. He would hunt a new prey, and within hours he his first victory against the very giants that destroyed his tribe. Experienced or not in the art of war, Kahmed was a hunter and a fast learner. His arrows found their mark, and he learned to stalk and strike at those who ventured too far from their pack or to attack in the midst of the night. In days, he scored many more victories, and claimed back things the giants had stolen, and a few new trophies of his own. He traded with any tribes he passed by, and he slowly gathered what he could. He prayed to Irian for strength to continue, to fuel his anger, and to bless him to live long enough to get his rage out. Within the coming months, many of the elven tribes came together, just as many of the giant tribes came together too, and the feuds for resources turned into feuds between the races. Kahmed turned into the Ghost - a legend to be feared by the giants as over the coming weeks he steadily killed dozens if not hundreds of giants. His skills improved, and with it, did his marks improve. When the giants came in force for a proper war, he harassed their lines enough to keep them from ever pushing deep into the deserts.
It has been hundreds of years, and while the giants have not made a proper offensive in a long, long time, elves scouring the deserts claim to see the same ragged figure that has stalked the sands, hunting more prey even now.
Every now and then Irian would help around - despite his reach and his ability, he often opted for the simplest ways to help. Instead of creating food from nothing or summoning the rain to water crops, he taught the people to grow and gather. He used his strength like a mere mortal instead of a God, and the people loved him for it. He used his powers only when needed. Kahmed never needed his blessings, he was always fine on his own and he was proud of that. His hunts never required any help, and he was always tending to his home and his family with their needs as well, he was by all means independent from Irian, unlike so many others, and he never knew how important that would turn out to be.
It felt like any other day before people realized Irian had not visited. They felt concern, or believed perhaps something important was happening, she so they waited. The next day he did not return, and the people continued to wait, as they toiled theirs field and hunted their catch. The third day, he did not return. By now, the world itself stopped waiting - the rivers started to recede, the vegetation started to wilt and the wildlife started becoming slightly harder to find. The tribe had no plan for this, they only feared and awaited Irian's return. By the end of the month, the heat of the sun bearing down on the tribe was unbelievably harsh, the insects and wildlife of the jungles and forests were gone, the plains dried up, and whole trees turned to nothing but dead dried twigs. The soil itself began to dry and change. The tribe suffered. The more adventurous tribes people set out to search for better tidings, only to never return, no doubt lost in the changing ecosystems of the world - especially for the elves who dared try to travel across the new deserts with no experience whatsoever. By the end of the month, the tribe lost half of its people to the heat, to famine, or even to the sudden arrival of giant worms under the ground.
Kahmed's tribe was closer to the center of the weekend, they could easily travel across, and with the way things were going, he too decided to try searching for an answer. He set out with his family and what was left of his tribe to find something - anything or anywhere they could survive. For weeks more they travelled across the land, their youngest perished from hunger, their oldest could no longer withstand the heat, Kahmed's wife slowly lost her will to continue, but Kahmed urged them to carry on. Many others perished along the way. Irian, surely, was testing them all somehow. When they reached the edge of the desert they saw the figures of trees and plant life once more, but they saw something else. Giants, walking along the edge of the jungles ahead of the them - and they too, seemed to be desperate on a single glance, with women and children following along their mightiest warriors ahead. Some of the tribes people approached, Kahmed not included. He barely had time to react when fighting broke out - he never figured out what was said, but it never mattered. The Giants were bigger, faster, and prepared for battle, while the tribes people barely had enough hunters left to survive. Kahmed attempted to take his family and run, but it was far too late. Javelins rained down upon him and his loved ones, and less than a minute, his family and his tribe lay slaughtered. Kahmed, with a javelin through his shoulder, watched nearly face down in the sands, out of the corner of his eye with tears streaming down his cheeks, as the giants pillaged through the corpses, taking what little they had scrounged in their journey and barked orders at one another in their language, before venturing further into the deserts the tribe had just come from. He laid there for so long, holding on through sheer willpower, that he spotted more giants, differently dressed but more of the same regardless. The giants were exploring the same as his tribe - and for whatever reason they had decided to attack. He understood this now.
Kahmed was independent, but he had never been alone. He laid in the sands until the giants had left, and managed to get up to treat his wound as best as he could with what he could find, he grieved the loss of his wife, his children, and his tribe. He cried, and tried to come up with a reason why the giants would be so willing to do this, and he never could. But he did realize one thing, if the giants were venturing into the deserts now, that meant there would be more, and more loss the way he just experienced. Kahmed gathered his things, readied the bow he had used to kill game for years, and set out with his eyes aflame. He would hunt a new prey, and within hours he his first victory against the very giants that destroyed his tribe. Experienced or not in the art of war, Kahmed was a hunter and a fast learner. His arrows found their mark, and he learned to stalk and strike at those who ventured too far from their pack or to attack in the midst of the night. In days, he scored many more victories, and claimed back things the giants had stolen, and a few new trophies of his own. He traded with any tribes he passed by, and he slowly gathered what he could. He prayed to Irian for strength to continue, to fuel his anger, and to bless him to live long enough to get his rage out. Within the coming months, many of the elven tribes came together, just as many of the giant tribes came together too, and the feuds for resources turned into feuds between the races. Kahmed turned into the Ghost - a legend to be feared by the giants as over the coming weeks he steadily killed dozens if not hundreds of giants. His skills improved, and with it, did his marks improve. When the giants came in force for a proper war, he harassed their lines enough to keep them from ever pushing deep into the deserts.
It has been hundreds of years, and while the giants have not made a proper offensive in a long, long time, elves scouring the deserts claim to see the same ragged figure that has stalked the sands, hunting more prey even now.