My arrival in the Kalros was in a time of peace. Lead by the mighty Vanaheimr alliance, peace ruled the land. Powerful cities lead by charismatic leaders lead the North down a prosperous road. In this hostile land we bonded together as one not because we wanted to but because we needed to. This cold and harsh place we call home is not kind to those that attempt to take the world on themselves. The cities of Hilo, Auru, Winterfjell, and Cerulean forged an iron bond to protect each other for the greater good of all their people. For a long time their was peace and the Kalros prospered through their new found unity.
As all thing do though, it came to an end. After months of war and fighting with other towns the leaders of the North grew tired. Some having seemed to abandoned their towns, hiding away from the eyes of the outer world. In a string of attacks, my home, Auru, was turned from a prospering city with ever expanding lands, to a broken town in fear of raiders with no help from those we called friends. For now those that remain at my side, hide in the Auru Tower building and toiling to perhaps one day rise from our ashes.
The fall of Auru was shortly followed by the betrayal of Hilo and the collapse of the once great northern alliance. Hilo swiftly set out to attack and burn the territory of their former friends. I myself, know not what the cause of this betrayal was but fear that this is just the beginning. Without the bonds that once held us together we will all surely fall to war between ourselves and the mighty powers to the south. Foolish decision have won this day and without a clear path ahead the future of the North appears bleak.
This snowy and desolate land is my home though and I will fight to defend my people from anyone who will threaten them. I grieve though that I must now defend my brothers and sister from those I once called friends. Together we are strong but apart, we grow ever weaker.
As all thing do though, it came to an end. After months of war and fighting with other towns the leaders of the North grew tired. Some having seemed to abandoned their towns, hiding away from the eyes of the outer world. In a string of attacks, my home, Auru, was turned from a prospering city with ever expanding lands, to a broken town in fear of raiders with no help from those we called friends. For now those that remain at my side, hide in the Auru Tower building and toiling to perhaps one day rise from our ashes.
The fall of Auru was shortly followed by the betrayal of Hilo and the collapse of the once great northern alliance. Hilo swiftly set out to attack and burn the territory of their former friends. I myself, know not what the cause of this betrayal was but fear that this is just the beginning. Without the bonds that once held us together we will all surely fall to war between ourselves and the mighty powers to the south. Foolish decision have won this day and without a clear path ahead the future of the North appears bleak.
This snowy and desolate land is my home though and I will fight to defend my people from anyone who will threaten them. I grieve though that I must now defend my brothers and sister from those I once called friends. Together we are strong but apart, we grow ever weaker.
