*grins and boasts foolishly* My uncle Brightblade told me ALL about the old days. back then, we didnt have any fear of the kitin - hell we knew there couldnt be more than a handful of them.. and they were just bugs anyway right? and who needed the kami or the karavan?
Uncle Brightblade always taught us to make our own path.. its the way our ancestor Fyros did it! we were
obviously the strongest of the races, and we didnt need to 'contemplate' life like the zorais and their cubes, or the matisians and their trees *here Nightblade shudders.. as he's always been paranoid of trees*, or even the adorable little folks that lived around the water, with their fancy new technology and gear.
but uh.. one day Uncle Brightblade says we were digging in the wrong area of the old lands (his great-grandaddy led that expedition he did) and ran into a few of those bugs. we squashed em, no problem, and kept on digging, but then there was more.. and a lot more!
¬.¬ oops.
we blasted our retreat back home, and my great-great grandaddy headed for the then majestic capital of the fyros (now known as our tiny version of Pyr.. which Uncle Brightblade says is small enough to have fit in one of the Old Emperor's waiting rooms) and warned the wise old men about what happend.
-soo, we went off in search of the blue people to ask them to leave their trees and ask the furry folk they talked to for advice, and we poked at the little lake-people to help us with their fancy gear to take care of the constantly growing threat. they went to ask the pale matisians for help, but then there was this thing with slavery and long noses and stuff and they werent much help until the kitin threaten _THEIR_ fancy homes *NB rolls his eyes*
well, anyway to quit babbling, the kitins soon ran over our homes, destroyed everything, our HUGE cities, killed our families, and ran us into a corner. it didnt matter who was who anymore, fyros shelterd matis, zorai carried tryker, and together we all escaped into the new portals that mysteriously appeard.
everyone went into hiding, there was nothing else we could do! the karavan arrived in their giant ships and the kami nurterd the environment to fight off the kitin threat(effects of this nurturing is still present in different ways.. Kami Tolerance is one of those) and they had the power to destroy the kitins.
for many long years - we hid in faraway lands, until one day the K powers OKd us coming back in. at this point, my Uncle Brightblade was still a young homin, barely of age, and made some of the first homin steps into the world. the sight was devastating. everything was destroyed. empires, cities, beautiful statues, landscapes, trees, everything - it was all gone. our technology and our cubes, which stored the information for such technology, was all destroyed. in our mad run to save our lives, we left it all behind. we arrived to a barren land and did all we could do, rebuild.
and so, thats where we are today. later i personally left hiding to follow in my Uncle's Footsteps, however i've had some trouble keeping a firm hold on him

he arrives, then disappears, then he comes back again O.o well, anyway - thats the end of my Uncle's story, take it or leave it
**OOC NOTE:: all of the above was said IC and lots of it was just fun roleplaying, nothing should be taken as totally serious - as we all know how dependable oral histories are, and terms such as 'long noses' 'slavery' and 'pale matisians' and simliiar are all in good fun, if your taking them badly then you need to go take a break (and bring me back some cookies while your at it)
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