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This will be the beginning of a hopefully fruitful story, detailing the ascent to glory of the Ruvarri (French in game) civilization, on the banks of the River Rovus. It will be written in chapters, most likely on an irregular basis, as I am often busy. Any constructive criticisim would be appreciated and enjoyed.
Prelude
For years, the tribes of the Rovus River wandered, seemingly aimlessly. They followed the herds of indigenous wildlife, supplementing their diets with the herbs and fruits of the region.
Until recently, they had lived peacefully. There were three larger, more powerful tribes at that time; the Kals under Chief Blufa, the Ruvarri under Chief Rulu, and the Mutavim under Chief Karo. Only three years before our story begins, the three tribes (along with assorted other, smaller tribes of little or no importance) were united- by force.
The Ruvarri, then the largest of the tribes of the Rovus, grew tired of the relentless drain on their resources by the others (mainly the hunting of their lands.) Soon thereafter a great army, indeed the greatest ever seen by the world to that point (almost 30,000 strong) marched first on the Mutavim, and then on the Kals, and the tribes of the Rovus became one.
New Beginnings
I stood upon the hills of my people, where we had roamed for so long. As the sun sank below the horizon on the first true day of the Ruvarri civilization, I realized all of the work that it already had, and soon would require to survive. Below me, to the north and east flowed the River Rovus, the cradle of our civilization. Next to it's majestic west bank lay something news, teeming with life and activity. It was Colovu, the center of our new, permanent existence. Just to the north of me lay the trees of the Mesha Forest, dense and dark, boughs creaking in the wind. Far off, beyond the horizon, I knew there must lay more. The Relali Desert to the north and the Mohabi to the west, treacherous and timeless. Behind me lay the grazing lands of cattle, awaiting patiently the touch of the now too busy man.
It would be a good life.
Prelude
For years, the tribes of the Rovus River wandered, seemingly aimlessly. They followed the herds of indigenous wildlife, supplementing their diets with the herbs and fruits of the region.
Until recently, they had lived peacefully. There were three larger, more powerful tribes at that time; the Kals under Chief Blufa, the Ruvarri under Chief Rulu, and the Mutavim under Chief Karo. Only three years before our story begins, the three tribes (along with assorted other, smaller tribes of little or no importance) were united- by force.
The Ruvarri, then the largest of the tribes of the Rovus, grew tired of the relentless drain on their resources by the others (mainly the hunting of their lands.) Soon thereafter a great army, indeed the greatest ever seen by the world to that point (almost 30,000 strong) marched first on the Mutavim, and then on the Kals, and the tribes of the Rovus became one.
New Beginnings
I stood upon the hills of my people, where we had roamed for so long. As the sun sank below the horizon on the first true day of the Ruvarri civilization, I realized all of the work that it already had, and soon would require to survive. Below me, to the north and east flowed the River Rovus, the cradle of our civilization. Next to it's majestic west bank lay something news, teeming with life and activity. It was Colovu, the center of our new, permanent existence. Just to the north of me lay the trees of the Mesha Forest, dense and dark, boughs creaking in the wind. Far off, beyond the horizon, I knew there must lay more. The Relali Desert to the north and the Mohabi to the west, treacherous and timeless. Behind me lay the grazing lands of cattle, awaiting patiently the touch of the now too busy man.
It would be a good life.
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