[b]Name:[/b] 
Khaha na Ronn (or just Khaha)

[b]Leaders: [/b]
Lord Yuetin Arrun

[b]Location: [/b]
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[b]Population:[/b] 
~850 people (Farming Village)


[b]Background/History: [/b]
According to the tales of old, the progenitors of Khaha na Ronn were lead east by a woman remembered only as "the Greater". The winds whisper various names with the most common wisps saying that the Greater's name was Ronn or Khaha, but such are mere whispers who cannot agree even amongst themselves. Some even dare think that perhaps she was of Hemquat royality. What is known is that the Greater had brought together many a people who migrated east after their numbers were whittled down. Days passed into months, months passed into years but finally the migration was at its end. The heavens had told the Greater and her followers that once they found a white tree with a black bird in it struck by lighting, they would have found their new home and now they had.

Trees were cut down, dirt was dug and soil was tiled as the people began to settle down. Huntsmen, foragers and fishermen would bring in food as the crops sprouted from the farmlands that grew and grew into the ever distant horizon. Hovels became huts as wood and clay were offered as sacrifice to build the village up. Dialects and slang picked up and formed from the Great Journey had formed a new offshoot language of Hemquat called "Woqitang". And the Greater watched over it all as she began to age and her health started to decline; she might have been a robust, lively young woman when she lead the Great Journey but time and nature had taken her toll on her. Her closest friends and followers knew her life was at its end but the Greater refused to acknowledge it until one day, she disappeared from her home and the village.

A frantic search began as woodsmen and peasants tried to track down their leader but she was no where to be found. It was then that one of her followers claimed that the Heavens had taken her to be their queen after she lead them so well. The Greater was then enshrined as an eternal goddess of life who had become the "Lady of the Heavens", named "Horuei". A leader in life, the Greater was now a pantheon in death.

Under her watchful eye high in the sky, the village continued to grow. It saw bountiful bumper harvests and joyous celebration as well terrible storms and great tragedy. But of all their hardships, one nomadic tribe in particular had caused the people of Khaha na Ronn the most suffering, the Yomkep. At first it was simple skirmishes and threats, then it escalated as women were captured and men were killed. Local hunters would form the first militia soldiers to try and fend off against the Yomkep but they were given little respect from much of the populace and leadership who saw the Yomkep as nothing but a small thorn in the side of their growing community. But even thorns can be deadly.

One night, while all was asleep, the Yomkep came in force. Massed waves of raiders came out of the forests and over the hills, killing and burning everything in sight. What small and meager resistance that the understaffed and under equipped militia could produce was crushed under the tide of marauding reavers. Come dawn, people buried themselves out of the ashes of their homes and set their sights against the Yomkep, flames of revenge in each of their hearts.

As the village rebuilt, an army was raised and given the best that Khaha na Ronn could provide them. Years would pass until the Yomkep would return, but the people would not stand idle during that time. When the Yomkep nomads came back to their homes, the Khahans fought back with a vengeful fury which would send them running off into the distance, being taught a lesson that the Khahans were no longer just push overs.  

Since that time, Khaha na Ronn has expanded and flourished, their farmlands producing food for a growing population as they claim more forest lands and more river banks for their own. Over the years, a central citadel was built up as the defacto administration area where the Lord would rule over all with the help of his advisors. Woqitang was written down and given a proper system of writing for the first time and taught to nobles and scholars as well as their sons. Farms became increasingly varied as different types of crops were experimented with and even those not meant as food were planted to make rope and linen. 

And from her throne in heaven, surrounded by the many new gods, goddess, deities and heroes, Hourei the Greater, the Queen of Heavens looked down and smiled at her work, proud at what her beloved village and people had become.