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The Story of Auru
The town beneath the Tower: Chapter 1
Strength through Passion, Power through Knowledge, Order through Community
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The Story of Auru
The town beneath the Tower: Chapter 1
Strength through Passion, Power through Knowledge, Order through Community
(Background music, helps make it more fun to read.)
They say every time a wolf howls a legend is born. What they don't mention is that not every legend starts at birth. Sometimes the fickle strings of time and fate interweave to bring forth legends in the most unlikely of places. Here in Loka, a new legend found its beginning.
Two howls, two people, together, would bring forth a legend. Grubul and Ajaxan were destined by the wolf's howl to spark a legacy that would last through the ages. These two brothers, separated by space and time, bound together to form the town known simply as Auru. In the cold tundras and icy plains of the Northern land of Kalros, Auru was forged.
On the shore of a large lake Auru began to take shape. Although few in numbers, the people of Auru were highly industrious and quickly began to create mills and farms to feed and house the growing population. As time went on more buildings went up. Although weak and still small, Auru was growing very quickly, drawing the attention of others...
With so much construction going on Mining became a main goal of the town. Stone, iron and diamond would be needed to feed the growing town. Upon their digging they came upon the ancient ruins of a civilization right beneath their feet. An underground city, filled with forgotten treasures and supplies to feed the growing town.
To this day the ruins remain under the city preserved by the unmoving stone. Perhaps someday more light will be shed on the life of this ancient civilization and their fate will be discovered.
Using the ruins to further increase the wealth of the city, Auru grew even faster. With so much wealth however, raiders began to appear and for the first time Auru found itself fighting for survival. And so construction began on the mighty Tower of Auru. The brothers vowed to make something worthy of the gods themselves. It was to be a monument of innovation, a reminder of the passion of Aurulians. It was to stand for all eternity.
With the wall Built Aurulians again felt safe to continue growing as they had before the raids. With the help of their allies Auru was able to drive any last invaders off brave enough to challenge the wall. The Vanaheimr Alliance allowed each town to thrive. Sharing information and technology, they were able to fight off any invaders into Kalros and grow as one. Together they all could prosper.
Seeing their opportunity, invaders from the South came. Attacking everything in their path. Auru hid behind its wall, watching helplessly as invaders stomped carelessly through their homeland. With them, raiders returned in droves. Finding their way over the walls, they fight resumed for the survival of Auru. The Aurulians fought back, determined to defend their home.
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And yet even so the raiders were unrelenting. Over the walls they came, clad in diamond armor with razor sharp swords. Pillaging the town and killing any Aurulians that stood before them. The brothers watched helplessly as the raiders set Auru alight.
And so Auru burned.
Many fell that day. As Auru's enemies came to smother out the spark of life, nearly all was lost in the inferno. Those that remained held the Tower. They heard the screams and the cries. Their home was gone, and nothing would go back to the way it had before.
What had become of the proud and growing town of Auru? In the blink of an eye everything had turned against them and the brothers were powerless to stop it. Everything they had worked for, burned to the ground. A single Tower left standing in a pile of ash. And so those few who remained, safe inside the Tower, lived their lives in seclusion from the outside world. Little was heard of Auru anymore.
But when all hoped seemed lost a new leader rose, Trevster. He united those few survivors and kept Auru alive. They kept the spark of Auru alive. Feeding the generator at its heart that gave the Tower its protective powers. And so it seemed Auru would continue on, yet only a shadow of its former self.
Something had changed in the city though. Limited in the confines of the tower the people grew to hold ingenuity and creation above all else. A master engineer, Trevster lead the people into an age of creation. They repaired the tower, and mastered the mystical material know as redstone. As their knowledge grew the Tower began to come to life. It began to run itself.
Years have passed. As seasons came and went nothing really changed in Auru. At least from the outside... Finally after so long, and no different than the day they left, Ajaxan and Grubul returned. Two brothers once forged by bonds of destiny would again reunite. Their dream, a vision of the future, their legacy. Together with those that had guided Auru during their absence, Auru would rise from the ashes it had so quickly succumbed to.
A new dawn breaks over Auru. New life fills their lungs as they leave the Tower and begin to bring the town back from ruin. The grass has grown long and the animals have returned. This scorched land has recovered just as Auru would.
A new wall was built. A wall of impenetrable stone. A wall that not even the gods themselves could tear down. And so it began, a new age for Auru. With the wall built raiders could no longer attack the city. Auru was finally safe from those that wished it harm. Perhaps now, Auru could thrive where it once failed. Perhaps now, Auru, the town beneath the Tower, would become the legend it was meant to be.
Through our Passion we inherited Strength.
Through our Knowledge we found Power.
Through our Community we promoted Order.
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Day 1 of Writing:
Through our Knowledge we found Power.
Through our Community we promoted Order.
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Day 1 of Writing:
- I've been wanting to write this for awhile and for some unearthly reason I decided the night before my last major exam was the best time. So cheers to less studying and more Loka.
- As many of you will have noticed The style of storytelling is heavily influenced by Fang Creek's Lore post about their town. That said the story itself is the truth and not copied from anywhere.
Day 2 of Writing
- I've since taken said exam. It made me want to cry
- I'm writing while heavily intoxicated. Hopefully day 3 me will fix all teh mistakes I make tonight.
Day 3 of Writing
- Drunk me is a pretty good writer! But a terrible speller. I am leaving the mistake in the previous statement though because it's perfectly ironic.
- Had some difficult choices with the music. Let me know if you thought my choices were good!
- Finally finished! Now I can get back to playing.
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