mulo haven

As Oramun went into consecration, down south by the lake a new decree was being enforced. All men had to serve Kak’idhim. Agasto Iknunii had just returned from his expeditions beyond the horizons of the great lake. It is said that the chief had returned with a gaze so bloody and a thirst so deep for conquest. “It is only natural that masters are served,” he said leaning toward the obvious superiority of his nation. "  Take a message to Oramun: Tell him to offer his land to Kak’idhim.  Tell him to send men to serve in my land and in my court and on my ships.  Tell him to send his wife as well, I have heard of her beauty and I want to behold her myself.  Tell him that Kak’idhim seeks not to start a war, only that should Oramun stand against me, I shall cut him down. " So filled with hubris he walked around his seat looking at his council's face and to him, they screamed proceed. So, he proceeded. " Take this message to his wife: Tell her I command the strongest a...

Long long ago, in a place called Oramun, was a people so lovely, so determined. So beautiful were their villages that songs were written about them. A mighty river nourished its lands and the majestic peaks protected its children. Its natural opulence was well-known, even as far east as Lansia. Now it so happened that the Chief was expecting his first son in the season of dread. Of course, there were murmurs and hushes of the danger that awaited the heir. Why did he have to come now? What did it mean to be born in the season of dread? Did Chief dare the gods? The gods and the women of fortune were on his side though for in that season, so bountiful was the harvest, that the granaries could hold them not. Such a shame the fog was already reborn and they could no longer trade with the wanderers from Lansia. It is time. “Great Chief, the heir is finally impatient,” a woman beckons.  She is the sister of the chief’s wife. Now frantic, Chief drops his staff and runs toward the...