[center][h2]Khaha na Ronn[/h2][/center]
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Jalak the golden sun dragon was fading in the endless blue horizon, its brother and eternal rival, Tavak, the pale moon dragon came hunting for it. Legends spoke that at one point the two had lived in harmony with one another and the sun shone eternally. But then one day the God of Shadows at tempted Tavak with a dark promise. Simply by slaying his brother, Tavak would be granted even more power than before and become king of an eternal night.

The two brothers fought hard once they realized that neither side would be swayed and so for five long days, the world was in termoil as the sun and moon shifted back and forth, the two being together at the same time. Chaos had ensued in the mortal world until Jalak finally reign triumphant over his traitorous brother. But he was unable to kill him and instead forced him into exile into the darkness which he gave himself up too. From that day, the two dragons chased each other around in an eternal circle, Jalak bringing warmth and light while Tavak brought darkness and cold.

However the village of Khaha na Ronn was not to be told to remain silent in the darkness. Even as the moon rose, the fires of torches and forges still burned hot, Jalak's light imbued into each ember. Hammers and saws continued to work and move in the night as metal was pounded and logs cut. Lord Yuetin Arrun had heard of unfavorable whispers in the wind, the high priests confirming ill omens. The lord demanded that his people should take precautions and stay on the look out for wild men with the strength and savagery of beasts.

It was long common knowledge that the people Khaha na Ronn were not the only peoples who lived in these lands. Some even frequently saw people from other villages or tribes who lived or came to the river's edge. Fisher folk mostly as they claimed mastery of the waters, their rafts cruising across the water's edge as they drag their nets below the waves, praying that they won't be swallowed whole by rough currents or dangerous animals.

Yet the wind brought news of people far more treacherous than many of those previously known. People who would rival the Yomkep in their destructive plans and bring nothing but ruin in their wake. However, the Yomkep were presumed long dead, eaten alive by the jungle as divine punishment for brining harm to the favorite of Hourei the Greater. And the village was prepared with plans of their own should such a thing happen again. But there were still doomsayers who spoke of savages born of the Yomkep that would return.

Many of these men had been executed by the Lord's personal guard in fear that their words would shake the peasantry to the bone in fear and cause them to refuse to work in the fields which would leave them vulnerable. Sure there were towers and the occasional patrol, but was was 4 men to do against 40? What were the poor and defenseless farmers to do should they be met by raiders with weapons and experience? Sickles could cut flesh, sure, but compared a sword they had no hope.

Lord Arrun had made a vow upon his ascension to protect his lands and his people whatever the cost as had his mother before him and all the previous rulers of the village. With his faith in the Heavens and the wisdom of his forefathers and the determination of his people, the lord was sure that they would be able to make it through these testing times, no matter what manner of unholy, vile creature dare to oppose them.