Only the elders know the tales that make our world the way it is now. Separated by cultures and philosophical beliefs, four nations of great power make their claim to the Gem of Light. But I seem to be getting ahead of myself, hehe, ahem. Let me tell you about the Seven powers that construct everything you see.
Fire: her heat and temper leading to the beauty of creation and destruction of it's very existence, only left by her embers of passion and ambition.
Stone: his cold and unwavering heart presented the firmness ground, tho even he cannot help but mold under a truly artisans hand.
Water: surprisingly, or unsurprisingly, very fluid in her movements till she lost her friends, now there is nothing but frozen corpses as a reminder.
Wind: as elusive as the wind she glides around, reminding the flow to keep the optimism light and breathing steady.
Electric: his neverending tantrums make others wary of his next strike, however he's just hyper-inventive and can't express well.
Life: her constant giving allows beings (like us) to walk freely and without pause, but her secrets do not come cheap and she is more ruthless than is lead on.
Light: the last and more mysterious of them all! Claimed to have properties unimaginable, power of true creation in the palm of your hand. Almost more intangible than Air, It only shown like the rainbow spectrum to whoever It deems worthy.
Now now, I can imagine you have many questions to how I, a humble farmhand, would know any of this and, hehe, I'm going to tell you...
Long ago, before the land that we stand on was even a thing. Six massive existences fought against a great evil. This great evil, however, was too strong for them to finish off. They decided to combine their individual powers to seal this great evil away. Some of these existences unfortunately are not around today as for the seal to remain, they must guard it.
But if you ask me, I think it's a load of bullshit that the Kingdom of Grahoth spews to keep people from learning their healing magic.
Anyway, Stone crafted the cage with which the great evil resides in, the world we stand on, ha...kinda dumb when I think about it. Fire and Water made the rivers and seasons (with the help of Air and Electric as well) to layer defenses against the great evil. And Life created the creatures as the final line of defense should the great evil ever escape its complicated cell.
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What? You think I'm making this up? Pfft, ha I wish I was smart enough to come up with this shit kid. I just help the farm and go home to bring food for my family. Nothing better than working for my honest fill. But if ya think I was lying to you about our world, you might as well continue down that path there. It'll lead you to Tain, the capital of Kek-Elam.
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Oh, where are my manners!? My name is probably irrelevant to someone who looks out of place but you can just call me Lamb, and I'm just a jolly guy who enjoys helping folks so if you got a question I'll try my best to answer it.
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"Um hello? You still seem to be out of it, you alright kid?" Lamb's big palm waves in front of my face causing me to flinch, "wai-what?"
"Ah he speaks! Haha, had me thinking I was going delusional finally," the big farmer with unnecessarily large coveralls slapped his belly with both massive hands. I look down and around my immediate surroundings.
Besides the rolling hills of grass and stone, there wasn't a single building to be seen, it felt like I was in an ocean of greenery with hints of grey in-between. The large farmer known as Lamb stood relatively tall in my eyes making him appear more as a giant than a human. His shepard staff was like that of a small tree as it stood in the ground next to him with the tip of the staff curving on itself like a coiling snake. The stone pathway I stood on was brittle and clearly well used by carts and horses, with some weeds growing where they could in the cracks. It kinda reminded me of ancient Rome----------
!!! Immediately my head throbs in pain and I collapse holding my head. "Whoa, did you get a headache kid? Hmm, maybe some cheese could help?" Lamb pulls from a brown satchel by his side a big malformed block of cheese, it appears to have been in that satchel for a lot longer than intended for the smell causes me to gag. He pulls the cheese back immediately with a tinge of guilt in his eyes, "My bad, folks don't normally need some ol cheese anymore." I regain myself as the strange head pain fades (makes mental note about cheese), and scan myself. I appear to be wearing some decent jeans and button up shirt that are probably too fancy to be traveling the wilderness with, I also have a backpack with books and some writing utensils also a metal box full of food that I recall being called 'lunch-box' but even somehow recalling its name hurts so I quickly move on to the coat I'm wearing. A nice green leather jacket with bright orange letters COG in the left corner embroidered inside what appears to be a wheel with notches. The leather jacket is zipped up the middle of my chest and feels very comfortable as a light breeze whispers the cold coming from the north where a massive range of mountains can be seen in the distance, shrouded ominously by storm clouds.
"So, kid, as you appear to be lost and out of place, let me guide you to my village and get you some lodging." Lamb pats my shoulder and starts walking away from the path that lead to Tain. He is wearing what appears to be deerskin leather coveralls and cotton hand-stiched clothes that barely contain how much chest hair he has. His orange curly hair sneaking peaks out of his straw hat that lead me to notice his strange sideburns that covered his ears, if he has them I would not know. I followed along silently taking in the sights around me.
Walking along the crud stone pathway through the grassy hills and fields of wheat that suddenly appeared as the transition from endlessly rolling hills to flat fields was a bit jarring. The occasional square hut of stone and grass definitely had me feeling very out of place, not that the surprisingly talkative Lamb didn't harp on either as I'm sure he is just as confused as I am.
The few people I saw were just as large as Lamb with other styles of orange hair and body hair that also didn't want to be contained in their clothes. Some waved at us with Lamb always waving back with a large smile on his face, clearly Lamb was quite popular in this little village and it just made me feel more uncomfortable as some of the large women would glance at me with covered mouths. "I'm sure it's just some friendly gossip, nothing better those women can do heh." Lamb chuckles noticing my tension and somehow blowing it away. Eventually we come up to one of the stone huts and pass the thick cloth fabric that hangs in the door frame and my eyes suddenly blink to adjust from the change in lighting. A small fire surrounded by stones sits near the center of the hut with three gaps in the wall that I presume are windows on each side of the hut away from the entrance. The light from outside trickles in on one side of the hut from those gaps and shapes interesting shadows along the ground that flicker as the light of the fire contests control.
On the left side of the hut after passing the entrance sits three stone chairs and a table (the table kinda just juts out of the wall) all crudely crafted by hand with some unique technique that tools would not be able to recreate. The side away from the entrance looked like it had a small ditch full of interwoven grass and a thick leather blanket laying neatly folded on top. The right side of the hut seemed to contain cubbies in the wall with various parchments, ink, and twain. The large bald man that sqat next to the fire looked up at us as we came in with a large grin, "Ah Lamb, it is good to see you ol friend, to what do I owe the pleasure today?"
"Just helping a wayward traveler today, Cracel. How goes being a new elder?"
The large bald man with a faded orange mustache, known as Cracel, chuckles, "As stressful as one would expect I suppose, heh. Although who is this traveler you speak of?" Lamb gestures to me by sidestepping away and I shyly wave. "He is an awfully quiet one but the kid is a bit lost and I couldn't bring myself to not help him," Lamb shrugs nonchalantly as Cracel stares daggers into him. "Well knowing you, Lamb, you probably wouldn't have given the poor boy a choice either, given his odd clothes..." Cracel glances a my strange attire but shrugs and holds out his massive hand, "I'm Cracel, one of the village elders of Twwo, part of the sovereignty of Kek-Elam. Might who you be?"