I come from a small remote village in Corinthalas. None would normally live in such a place except for the valuable Darkwood that grows in the area. Our nearest neighbor is more than a week's travel distant through rough lands, and even then it is only a small waypost on a trade road. It is a week from there to any settlement of significance.
Shortly after my coming of age, the village invaded by Neogi, who saw the village as easy pickings. I fight in the militia against them, but we eventually lose. They occupy the village and enslave the survivors to harvest the darkwood for them, stripping the land without regard for preserving it. I manage to escape and take to the forest doing what I can to sabotage their efforts and free any slaves, since it is too far to go for help.
My efforts are too little, and as winter comes, more and more slaves are dying. The wood, also, is running out, generations of care by my family ripped from the earth in a few months. Eventually, the Neogi decide there is nothing left for them here, and leave with their spoils.
I awake in the forest that day and see the Neogi's airship leaving, to the east. The airship has been tethered in the village since we lost the battle, so at seeing it leaving, I rush to the village, only to discover the whole settlement in flames, with no evidence of any of the remaining villagers. Either they were killed, chained in a building perhaps, or taken away to be sold as slaves elsewhere.
At this point, my spirit breaks, I lose faith in just about everything. And I leave, taking off into the woods, without caring where I go.
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
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