This is one of the Aurora canon story arks taking place in the non-player nations (NPN's) of Duruma and Jingowan. Players will be able to join in or establish their own separate story arks in one of the other NPN's or their own plots once the map is opened.
Think of this as a teaser!
Kingdom of Duruma, Orawak Reservation, Wan Camp
"Who's in there? Is it you Swen?" The old man sounded tired. He slowly lit his oil lamp and carefully checked out the interior of the tent.
There, in the shadows. Movement.
"Who are you? Show yourself!" There was now insecurity in his voice.
A tall and muscular man slowly stood up. His face expressed displeasure.
"You?" The old man was surprised. "No one except us Elders is allowed in the sacred tent. You know that Hunda!"
Hunda approached the old man confidently, almost aggressively. The old man took a few steps back.
"Let me just finish what I came here for. It's best for all of us if you just step outside and pretend you didn't see me here." answered Hunda.
"I can't let you stay. I will call for the guardians, they will..."
Hunda didn't let the man finish. He grabbed the man's neck with both his enormous hands. As the elderly man started to suffocate, Hunda looked him in the eyes and spoke slowly.
"I know that you guard a secret here. I met a merchant in Evofa, he told me about a special power our people used to possess. Now I'm going to find out what you have been hiding from us all this time."
The despair in the old man's eyes faded into emptiness. When Hunda let go of his neck, he collapsed in an unnatural way on the ground.
Hunda proceeded to grabbing all books he could carry, and sneaked out of the tent the same way he came. Now he needed to find someone who could read.
***
Orawak Reservation, Smith's Tavern
The tavern was buzzing with activity. Hunda and Kverion were not the only ones to seek shelter from the storm there. The two of them had made sure to get a table near the cracking fire place to dry up and to better see what was in the book they had brought. They leaned closer to each other to hear better when a jolly company on the other side of the room started singing.
"I read them" began Kverion, "and it was not an enjoyable experience. I think you owe me a couple of beers more."
"Of course!" Hunda smiled. "Now, what have you found?"
Kverion nodded as he opened the book.
"Well. Either your elders were very good at hiding this great Orawak secret of yours, or it is simply so that your people don't have any hidden powers."
Hunda's smile disappeared.
"But!" Kverion added quickly. "The Wise of the Uls-Trovi, whoever they might be, are mentioned several times. From what I can discern, they were present when King Kula was advised to have your people chased off from their lands in the west."
Hunda looked disappointed.
"I know, I know. It's not what you hoped for. But if your elders won't help you, and you certainly can't just go and ask people in the Royal Castle, the only lead you have right now is the Uls-Trovi."
"Where are they?"
Kverion cleared his throat.
"Oh, not too far. In the north of Jingowan."
"Jingowan!?" shouted Hunda. The buzzing stopped and heads turned towards their table. Hunda looked around.
"What? Mind your own business" he said with sharpness in his voice.
Buzzing slowly resumed and the two men leaned forward again.
"Here" Kverion began, "lies the Oracle of the Uls-Trovi", pointing on a spot on an old map in the book. "You'll be facing maybe two months of walking, maybe shorter if they allow you to ride in Jingowan."
Kverion looked at Hunda with mischief in his eyes.
"Because the Orawak are still not allowed to own horses, am I right."
Hunda ignored the remark.
"We are facing two months of walking. You are coming with me."
"I am?"
So began Hunda's trek. A quest to learn what really happened a hundred years ago when the Orawak were chased off from their homelands. If that trader told the truth, that the Orawak once had special powers. And if so, if Hunda could learn to master these powers. He must travel through lands were the Orawak are distrusted and where magic is seen as evil. He will have to find new companions to help, all with their own ambitions and stories.
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(This post was last modified: 11-15-2020, 07:58 AM by Qwert.)
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