The top is the most recent and the bottom are my oldest; love how it shows the growth of my skill in sig making! Enjoy looking at them!
A World of Borders: an un-detailed account of history
Era of Divid, 2nd Ramk of Toilk: A Cold Winter Night
This world collectively is called many things and is viewed with an infinite number of viewpoints-but its title is one: Grail.(1) It is often difficult to define what is so many, but the tradition of the naming of this planes still lives on amongst us; as though the Eions have whispered it into our very souls.
The Beginning:
In the start there was one race (2), and one land of our ancestors. They carried no name and no mark, a single band of species to face the dangers of Grail alone. As Ages and Eras past away, that same band gain foothold to the land, Grail was now in bondage to its new Master: ‘The Named’ (3). With this new sense of command, a sin seeped into the sights of their leaders (4)…power.
Uprising of Year Zero:
The sheer idea of manipulating the land to better accommodate the living conditions and wants of The Named propelled the majority to dig deeper into the study of Grail and how the various materials it offered combined to form improved substances. With every new year, the multitude of inventions became drastic. The creation of better weapons and improved ways of building homes and other structures propelled The Named out into a Technological and Industrial age.
Not everyone was satisfied by the way their ‘Tribe’ was progressing, arguing that they lost sight of the true Grail; one of Nature And Beauty. Fearing the ‘Rebelled Philosophers’ would turn the tide of the public’s feelings towards Progression (5), the elders of the council agreed to silence them once and for by use of banishment- “Their blackened tongues must not upset future of our People.” (6)
In result four groups were segregated to the far corners of Grail; One North, One East, One South, and One West. Thousands of miles from The Named,
Thousands of years have passed since the Banishment of the four, and this is where our story begins.
Harma- Branch of the North Group.
Lore: A large group of men and women settled in the valley forest underlying the Northern Alps, a spot where felt certain they could remain safe for they were protected on three sides, and the entrance to the valley proved to be difficult and deadly as some perished from the journey the “safe haven”.
After years of settlement, a man by the name of Lutrik, by legend, suddenly arose from his bed and trekked all the up to the highest peak of the highest mountain (7), where he met the Goddess of Nature and heard the melody of our people.
‘In order to give you my flesh.
You must give me the flesh in return.
With that you are granted the power.
Of the creatures that thrive.
On the earth, sky and water.’
Nature explained to him the real reason why his tribe were lured into the valley; a source of energy far greater than The Named could ever process; The Roots of Harma.
It has been ages past since the encounter of the now named Sratli Peak, and the once displaced travelers are now citizens of their self-proclaimed nation of Harma. ( cool At the center of which lies a massive city in valley. With the help of the natural phenomena of the trees of Harma, the city is built from the ground up of the roots the Goddess sang of. (9)
9. The city is spilt into districts, which surround a tower which serves as the military academy for the young generations. The Northern part of the valley serves as the political sector; the architecture there is the oldest amongst the districts and more ornate. The East and West ends of the valley serve as living quarters for the citizens of Harma. Because of the slope which both districts are settled on, the houses reside on levels, each being exactly one story higher than the one below it, with space in between to serve as walkways to get into the center of town. The space which directly surrounds the military academy is the ‘research department’, where advancements in the use of the Trees (9 article 1) are found.
