Nature Itself

[Rudi 1747]

 

 

 

Nature Itself

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“.. But once every twenty-five years, the winter itself in the form of a sapling, shaped out of the purest ice and snow, appears in the north. Caressed to grow by the coldest ice, nestled under the layers of the softest flakes of snow and cooed to slumber by the sharpest winds, coming from the mountain..” - an old Haensetic tale

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-=Fort Barbanov, circa 1610=-

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9th of the Amber Cold, 1619

 

Haense wasn't the quite small fort anymore. Since its construction six years ago, the camp, now capital of the kingdome, steadily grew and established itself as one of the largest human settlement of the current realm. In fact it was the furthest northern settlement, since the fall of Bastion, former capital of the Westerlands. Behind the wooden palisade, the endless plains of ice and snow awaited for everyone, who dared to explore it. Filled with ruins of former nords, including the former capital Karlsburg, which got burned down by a dragon, wide plains and deep forest.

 

The North never was a welcoming place. The winters were long and hard, crops hardly grew in the frozen lands and woods were filled with all sorts of beasts, with wolves being the smallest problems. But the land attracted the humans, because of its wilderness, the spirit of pure nature, challenging every group of humans to get tamed by it. And yes, nature fought back every attempt. Since the latest establishment of current northern capital, the North was left for itself, starting to slowly reconquer the lands, proud noble lords used to possess.

 

Today was the day, which few people considered as the first day, where nature actively struck back. The untameable nature of the north was wild, blood-thirsty and unmerciful. It shaped itself into a representative form, of an elder ice tree. Quickly shooting out of the frozen plains, like a mushroom, it carried a certain majestic appearance. It’s leaves were purely out of the finest ice, its roots thick and packed in the middle of the trunk, the heart of the tree, glowing and carrying its lights through the veins into each leafes.Truly a majestic way to describe the North, if it would not have been sprouted, close to the haensetic settlement. It didn't took long for them to notice the strange construct, shaped in the form of the ice trees which dominated the far north, where any form of life was impossible.

 

Right after the court, held by King Stephen, a shattering earthquacke hit the fort, like a thunder. They were forced to investigate after another few shakes, started to rumage through their wooden camp. As eventually the wood bend and arched straight north to the pulsating light in the distance, the men and women rode off. They were greeted by the construct which seemd to be the centre of the blizzards and other catastrophes. A touch seemed to lead to a frostbite and as close you got the more you heard the screams which seemed to be the wind before.

 

As the northmen throught on how to handle such a thing, an elf took his chance and shoot an arrow straight into the core.. And so the chaos was released.

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-= A rare Image of the strange Tree =-
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The beating glowing heart of the tree shattered into pieces and released a stream of ghostly grimaces, gen sky. Dark clouds blocked the sun and the animalistic sould like beings screamed in pain, as they were forced to released their bounded form. What these released and shattered souls were doing now, since they got teared apart by the humans who demolished their lands before, is something they will soon find out.

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OOC: Expect more to come. Its the start of the Haense eventline.

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