So important is this that the calendar year is often divided into seasons independent of those of the world around them: seasons for journeys, for birth, for rest, and for war. Much of highlander life, from the day-to-day to the roaming paths they take, is laid out in oracle and prophecy and to move against such divination is considered invitation for the wrath of the elemental spirits to whom they give reverence. Temporary settlements of colorfully woven and dyed yurts pop up like flowers during certain times of the year where travel is considered unsafe, though these villages rarely linger for more than a few months at a time. Skirting across mountain steppes and lowland plains, even crossing seas when the stars and signs align, they travel in great caravan trains supported by horse or oxen where they can be found. Though the older way of life is steadily losing favor for the stability and safety afforded by rejoining their cousins in their towns and cities, there are clans that yet maintain some semblance to the cultures and traditions of their forebearers. Across continents and across seas they strode, following the whispers of wind and star, seeking out all the wild places where spirits may yet recognize them for the mighty people they are. So it was that the children of the high mountains learned to walk new places, carrying their camps and their clans and their spirits upon their backs. So the highest of mountain ranges became impassable for the way the snow wailed and mourned and froze all who would trespass so the lightning would become all the more fickle and strike the yurts as if they were kindling so the fires would rage across the plains and forests, cleansing the land for rebirth. When they returned to the high mountains, they had changed so much that the spirits no longer could see them nor recognize them as their beloved children. It was not mere walls and farmlands and cities that were broken but the collective spirit of humanity itself, drained and withered and weakened until even those of the mountains were near as small and pitiful as their lowlander cousins. But the spirits are hungry things and they never forget their slights.įrom the snowy cliffs and thunder clouds and embers of summer fire did the old spirits rage, and with them the children of the high mountains cast down from their peaks to wage war and reclaim their lost and wayward brethren. Where skins and fire once sufficed, they raised stone walls and strange new gods in hopes that they might be shielded from the wrath of the old. Thus did their babes become small and mewling things with every generation passed chewing on wheat and tamed flesh. They sought to find kinder places where they could rear whimpering children and grow their fields that they might loosen their teeth on a softer way of being.
#LIFE IS FEUDAL WIKI KEEP FREE#
But some among them began to resent the challenges of so free a life, for it was rarely safe and rarely easy. With bodies tall as trees they strode out across canyon and mountain alike with hearts pounding as war drums, they conquered all that lay before them and with wit as keen as wolves, they made the wilderness their own.
In the dawning age of humanity, they were gifted with many strengths, favored of the gods and the many spirits of the world as they were. (Our server is supposed to be nopvp, but that was unenforceable so we put limitations and that actually cut down on the number of bandits to where its enough to be exciting but not enough for people who don't want PvP to quit out of frustration.The truth, as it is known to any red-blooded child of the high mountains, is this: I like my role as a kind of guard/drill instructor, even though I dislike PvP. If you are a true ally I will see to it you are armed as well, maybe not with what you want but with something. It won't answer that stuff in global (except range info since that only good for hunting ATM) but if I see you won't become a brigand I will invite you to my area and let you use my practice weapons and train you in local chat. The only thing I get hesitant about is combat info. Most of the established people on the server are more than happy to get people going. I share all the info I can except for glitches and chests. Not really with info, since the goal of the server I play on is to help people learn.
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