Every story has a beginning. From there it is written by those involved, those who survive, and those who wish their story told. In a small part of the world, a story is being written, one that will ring through time making an impact on everyone who reads it. It is always easy for those reading the story to berate the decisions made my those in the story, however those in the story do not have the benefit of history, nor stories like these to teach them. They are the first of their kind, most of the time, to make decisions like this. Their decisions will teach those of the future, sculpting their outlook on life. Will they be praised? Or will they be looked at as the wrong decisions?
The story I am talking about involves two cultures. One is a powerful civilization, spreading it's wings across the world. It has battled long and hard to become an empire, taking it from the Giants that once ruled this part of the world. The Giants were a peaceful people, who created a civilization close to the beginning of the world. They lived in prosperity, thriving until they were corrupted by greed, lust for power, and ignorance.
Humans lived in forests far away from the Giants, making their own civilization. They worshipped nature and spirits, seeing life in everything around them. They were ignored by the Giants, and rightly so. These humans, who called themselves the Eori meant no threat to the Giants, or anyone. They occupied the forests in a remote corner of this strip of land, and were content to be ignored.
The elves, on the other hand, were not to content. The cultures of the world have varying accounts as to how the elves came into existance, including the elves. One thing is certain, though, they lived in the deep forests for a very long time. They were peaceful then, pure, innocent and curious about the world. The elves began to divide themselves into opposing groups, each one having different views about the world. Some thought they were dominant, and should kill the humans and giants. Others thought they should hide in the forests, others believed they should join the humans and the giants, becoming part of their cultures. Before long these differences became grounds for war. Soon afterwards, war was all the elves knew. They fought each other with ferocity and burtality that hopefully will never visit the world again. They slaughtered each other in millions. The forest, it is said, lived on the blood of the elves for decades.
These three cultures lived seperatly from one another, only knowing each other from sporatic meetings by wanderers. They never encroached on each other land, never intermingled; they never needed to. There was enough land between the three of them they could all live quite happily. The Giants, though, were expanding their empire. They were bulding cities, farms, roads. As the multiplied in numbers, they expanded to ensure they had enough land for everyone to live. Many giants wanted more than than their share, and instead of waiting for the government to allow them land, they took land from outside th Giant's empire. This land they took for themselves was being used by the elves. The giants and the elves began to fight over land, trying to force each other off. The elves realized, to their collective dismay, that they were losing land that had been in their families for as long as any elf cared to remember. Instead of killing each other, the elves made, what many believe to be, the first good decision in history. They made an oath, never to kill another elf as long as they exist. The differing factions of elves joined as one, and fought off the Giants.
Meanwhile the Eori remain unnoticed in the forests, living peaceful happy lives. Their culture is growing at a rapid rate, becoming what could be one of the most beautiful and deep cultures ever to grace this world. Many elves have turned their backs on the wars. They have joined the Eori, adapting to their culture as if it was natural to them.
The elves and giants fought with equal amounts of bravery and savageness. The war produced heroes and atrocities on both sides. No matter what one side did the war was at a constant stalemate. Nothing seemed to break either side. Then, fate stepped in, if you believe in fate, which some cultures do, and others do not. A large group of semi-nomadic tribes began to feel the pressure of this war. They were threatened by the giants empire, and the elvish savageness. They fought, alone, hoping to defend themselves, but realizing they were no match. They qucikly learnt the rules and skills of warfare. They began to build cities of stone using techniques they have seen in their travels to create cities of their own. They sided with the elves, seeing their loyalty and noticed their purity had not been as blemished as the giants' was. The war did not last much longer with the humans help. The decline of the giant's empire was complete, they were removed from power and made to wander the world. The humans began to rebuilt the empire in their own image. With the skill of the elves the humans created a strong empire.
Now, this is all history. The giants are roaming the wilds of the worlds, maddening rage built up inside them. The humans and elves who overthrew them have created a new empire, Averia. It is filled with hope, prosperity and a desire to be the best they can be. Can they survive history, or are they doomed to make a similiar mistake as the giants? The Eori, living happily in seclusion hear the tales of war from travellers. They are now feeling the aftermath. Giants occasionaly raid their small settlements. Wild creatures are fleeing from the empire and invading Eori land.
This is the point in history where you step in. You are one of the people in this point in history. This is your world. Can you make the right decisions, can you survive history?