Narmandakh

The events on this page take place from 206 Pr.E. to 34,905 P.E.

### **First page of the Magister's report**

***"Fear the shifting gaze of Alba Mortem, do not look, do not stare. Although his people defeated, he is a menace to our very survival. I heard rumours that he has been fashioning dealings with greater powers after being broken by our armies. We managed to imprison him, we let the rest of his kind escape into the waters. He was murmuring to the deity Apateon for a long time after. If you ask me, he seemed to be quite the elderly Molkhid, yet he was unexplainably powerful. There has been talk that he knew Tajfun, but there is no guarantee."***

## **Imprisonment**

### Second page of the Magister's report

***"During his imprisonment, we had trouble communicating with him as he did not understand our language. We got around that issue by using one of the deserters from his army in order to translate for us and eventually teach him our language. We did not want a translator as even as a deserter there was a chance the Molkhid would've wrongly translated some things and instead tried to plot against us. I digress, we proceeded to teach him and curiously enough he was able to learn our language faster than the wisest Shayek. He became fluent in the Shayek Language within four days. We knew from the beginning that he was a freak among his people, but this was beyond anything we've seen."***

***"When communication became possible, we asked for essential information about him. He did not share how old he is, only that he is old enough to... >Spilled ink covers the rest of the paragraph.<"***

***"We asked him for his name, he in turn asked us what our nickname for him meant. We told him it meant White Death in our language, as we perceived him as a giant pale reaper that judged death to any Shayek. He said that if that is what we call him, then he will go by that name. We questioned his nature and why he was the only Molkhid capable of... >The rest of the paragraph was scorched off.<"***

***"He spoke to the Molkhid translator a lot, we got suspicious of him and decided to "deal" with the associate, avoiding any possible plotting between them. He often questioned us why he was kept locked up, how all he wished for was a home and to see his people prosper within the jungles of Ariuvriin. We never game him an answer, as there was nothing to tell him. He become more and more irritated over the months of captivity. He claimed that captivity is all he was used to, that it was always under a different oppressor. We came to the conclusion that he was starting to think of escaping, so we doubled our security. May the Shining One forgive me for this decision, if only I knew what he was capable of."***

## **Freedom**

*"I have been kept under custody of these savages for months now. All they do is question and ask. What position do you assume yourself to be to bully me for answers and information when you sweeped my hard earned land free from the people i brought to it, trying to watch them prosper before my nigh death?"*

***"He had been murmuring more and more whilst kept under watch, drawing sigils into the ground with his claws. Once his gaze had shifted, an aura of discomfort was felt by all within the chamber. His eyes were as of any albino, reddish orange. Something about his prayers and rituals had caused his eyes to shift to a powerful blue colour. I never dared myself to approach him while he was in this state."***

*"I have been my own saviour for long enough, too many of these animals wish for my downfall no matter my goal. I give up, but I do not refuse my duty to bring Sunrise to my people. Apateon, he hears me. Always."*

***"We were in the middle of another interrogation session, I thought I was getting to know our prisoner. He was weak and frail, as if he was going to die from old age very soon. I regret thinking so. Shining One, forgive me."***

*"So... Annoying. They are so annoying. I wished to die in peace, but my duty is absolute, and I will break my promise to my birth mother to combat the cruelty."*

***"One day we thought he was holding onto the edge of life with one hand, and decided to let him free to watch one last sunrise, as their people revered a metaphor that has to do with sunrise. After so long, we hoped to satisfy this one wish for the giant. We developed a lot of respect for him and his heroism on the battlefield, but could not spare him from the clutches of age. Shining One, forgive me for my foolishness... He..."*** *"summoned the powers of old... I wish it could have gone another way, but there was no choice any more. The bastion of the Shayek upon our land was ravaged, and the soil was crushed. Our land plummeted downwards and created a tall cliff between it and the region of the Mountains above. I broke my promise by putting my people in danger with this, but I believe none of them were harmed, as the only Molkhid that remained here was executed by them after we spoke."*

## **The Jetu Invasion**

*It had been many millennia since the Shayek fell, but as one oppressor of my people goes, the other one comes. After my imprisonment, I sacrificed any chance of a natural death. Though, I feel weaker than ever. I murdered so many innocents in that fit of rage to free my land from them and even destroyed the land itself. Safer and harder the reach, home to a lush jungle, yes. Though, even then, it does not atone for my actions. I managed to rally my people out of the sea, a large portion of them had vanished into the sea, some even reported that they decided to stay at the bottom of the sea, that they found something else that will protect them. I am glad for them, but I will not abandon Ariuvriin. The true Molkhid people will continue to follow me until my eventual death.*

*When we finally settled and built sanctuary in our new land, we built a temple where Molkhid were promised protection. This promise couldn't last long, as the new Shayek arrived, a race similar to them in personality, but completely different. They were powerful, but not as much as the prime Shayek. The Jetu, a race of conquerors trying to follow in their sister race's footsteps. We stood our ground, of course, but it was futile. We managed to hold them off, I spearheaded our army and held them at the wall of the cliff of the region. We would've been victorious if our numbers weren't thinned out to the last strand, but these ones made up for their lack of power compared to the Shayek through clever little tricks. Falling for this trick, came at a high cost for me.*

*Those little rats stole my power. They baited us into a ritual site they fashioned. They stunned my entire army with a bright flash of some sort of dark magic I hadn't seen since my birth. Their warlocks approached me, and their leaders stood in front of me. I cursed out their entire existence only to have my power siphoned out of me and put into one of their leaders, the markings of my ancestors were all over him. They drove us out of our land into the water using it, I failed once more.*

## **Shackles of the Amakhol**

*Once my people fled into the oceans, we ran across a pristine civilization of Amakhol. We ran into the the north-eastern settlement, home to the Izimpiko Tribe of the Amakhol society, priests of some sort. I came there with no hope of equal negotiation, as we did not have anything to offer. Especially since they didn't seem welcoming of outside races, especially when they saw me. I never met them before and the circumstances of our first meetings were tragic indeed. We settled to live as servants under their might simply to survive, I was left powerless, only my brute strength survived. Even that is paled in comparison to the powers of the new world.*

*I lived in peace with my decision, as we offered servitude and were not forced into it necessarily by them. It was moving along fine until my War General had died of old age a hundred years after. With me being a pseudo-leader figure, they rioted. I stood in the background as my people mercilessly slaughtered the entire tribe and killed the High Priest within it. I watched in awe, not knowing how we could ever go back from this. There was no other choice... I did my best to avoid any casualties caused by me and subdued any that threatened us. Our little revolution was thwarted by their massive, well trained armies. As they rebuilt the tribe and set a new High Priest on the top, we were fully enslaved and shunned for our actions. The Amakhol society does pique my interest, though. The military is so much different than the civilians. Either way, I sat in another age of slavery for fifty years.*

*I have come to my decision. Enough. No more slavery, no more spilling blood. No more running away from our oppressors.*

*Mark my words. The Great Deceiver watches over me, and I watch over the world with his eyes. I will not hesitate any longer to bring Sunrise to my people. No power can stop me any longer. The moment you tip the scales too far, I will leave it all in ruin.*

*The Uqukapha Tribe from across the society came to our aid, not supporting our slavery and being sickened of what is being done to us. They denied any reason beyond this, but I know there are other motives behind their decision, it matters not. Having them release us from our bonds, I used the powers that Apateon bestowed upon me to make sure our escape did not spill a single droplet of Amakhol Blood into their precious salty waters. Their tribe suffered, some of them came with us to the surface, and to my surprise, the Jetu were gone. In their place, the Akusatu stood upon their fortress. I no longer care, I no longer wish for my people to suffer loss and despair. We stepped foot onto the sandy beaches of Ariuvriin. Not Ghara, not any other name given by these invaders. Ariuvriin is the name of our home.*

*I will take it back.*