History of The Shinshearon
We started out a separate peoples…A'chaillte (ah-khaltchay) The Lost
The word clan means family...or more literally, children. We are family. The children of our ancestors. We revered those ancestors and looked to them for guidance. We were peaceful. We worked hard. We made music and drank. All around us the energy of the land ebbed and flowed. The magic that flows between all things. We used it. We shaped it. It was as much a part of us as the air we breathed, the water we drank, the fire that warmed us, and the ground we walked upon. We were connected by it....to it. The Sidhe walked beside us. The Fearie folk. Beings of mirth and magic. There was love and harmony. Between those of the clan and between us and the land. We strode through the mists. The smell of the moss was pure pleasure and the dew on our skin divine. Our temple was everywhere and we worshiped freely. There was no contention for we shared openly. But in those rare instances, the council of three would settle what small disputes might arise. And their word was final. For a thousand years there was peace. But all good things, as those unenlightened few would say, must end.
And so it did.
They came from the South. A small number at first. They seemed gentle and curious. We too found ourselves fascinated by the new people. They wore metals on their bodies. Unnatural, cumbersome skin. It was noisy and smelt of tarnish. They spoke of odd things. Of foreign entities that ruled over them. The more we talked the more they tried to convince us that these entities would help us to prosper. This we didn't understand. We had all we needed. But they spoke of grand places full of people and towers which housed amazing wonders. They called it civilization and said it would come to us. We smiled and taught them of peace and the magic of all things. This seemed to anger them. They said magic did not exist and was an abomination. That's when they left. We felt sorrow for them. They did not know of true peace and did not have the love of all that surrounded them. We hoped they would learn. But they did not learn. They returned. The clamoring of their metal skin ringing through the trees. There were so many. They cut us. bludgeoned us. Our magic had never been used for harm. But our fear and pain forged things of great power. The lightning struck them and the fires consumed them. But it took it's toll, leaving the land broken and us drained. No longer able to harness that which flowed around us. We succumbed. So many died. But not all. Some escaped through the mists. Into the realm of the Sidhe. And there we slept. For hundreds of years our slumber continued. For hundreds of years the nightmare played until we slept no more. We walked out into a new world. Many things were familiar. But much was different. We did not feel the energy. We did not smell the moss. And there were no mists to speak of. What had we done? Was it we who left the world lifeless of the energy we once felt so strongly? There was nothing of it and the Sidhe did not respond to our cries. But here is where we are. Here is where we have been thrust. And here is where we must begin anew.
The Fierce Guard - A’Garda Fíochmhar
As the we began to explore these beautiful lands we found that they were already inhabited by a clan called the A’Garda Fíochmhar. This clan had been living on these lands for two hundred years before we awoke.
The A’Garda Fíochmhar were a proud warrior clan, with a long history. They had come to these lands after our sleep had begun. They had lived on the lands that we had left broken in our anger and fear. And they had prospered. Their name brought fear into the hearts of their enemies. However, war came once again to these lands, and an era of bloodshed began. When the bloody era began the A’Garda Fíochmhar chose to take a non-aggressive position, refusing to lose themselves to the bloodlust. They had instead used their military might to protect their people and ensure their survival. After the bloody era subsided, the A’Garda Fíochmhar tended the again broken lands and helped them to regain their beauty.
Having lived through the bloody era, the A’Garda Fíochmhar did not want to see history repeat itself, so when we began to adventure into their lands, they welcomed us with food and drink. Despite their wish to live without war, they knew that their ancestors had only survived thanks to their military strength, and chose to continue their clan’s tradition of being strong warriors.
We longed for peace; and the harmony we once had with the land and so decided to accept their hospitality and stay for a time to learn about them. It was with great caution that both of our peoples started this new relationship. We were very different, and yet desired the same things. One, close to nature and magic...the other, strong, fierce warriors and yet we shared a purpose; to protect our people, nurture and defend the lands we lived in and be at peace.
In time we forged a strong bond and became as one…
Risen from the Ashes.
- FENIXVALLE STARTED OUT AS A GROUP OF COUNTS, BARONS, AND VASSALS ALL COMING FROM OTG, THE OLD TIMERS GUILD, AND ALL ARE WELCOME TO JOIN US.
- WE HAVE A WIDE VARIETY OF INTERESTS IN CHRONICLES OF ELYRIA AND PLAN TO HAVE MULTIPLE PROFESSIONS THROUGHOUT OUR LANDS. THE MANY BARONS IN OUR GROUP WILL PROVIDE PLENTY OF PROTECTION FOR OUR PEOPLE, AND THERE IS ALWAYS FOR MORE TO JOIN.
- OUR GROUP IS WELL ORGANIZED AND USED TO WORKING TOGETHER FOR THE GOOD OF THE WHOLE, WE EXPECT TO HAVE A GREAT COMMUNITY. WE ALSO HOLD TO THE STANDARDS AND CoC OF OUR GUILD, THE OLD TIMERS, AND ANYONE JOINING US CAN BE ASSURED OF BEING IN A GROUP THAT BELIEVES IN THE OTG MOTTO "NO DRAMA, ALL ABOUT THE FUN" AND BE SHOWN THE SAME RESPECT AND KINDNESS MEMBERS RECEIVE.
- OUR GOAL IS TO HAVE A VERY ACTIVE, THRIVING LAND AND USE OUR KNOWLEDGE AND TALENTS FOR THE GOOD OF THE KINGDOM OF VORNAIR.
A THRIVING ECONOMY IS BASED ON COMMERCE IN A MULTITUDE OF DIVERSE ACTIVITIES RANGING FROM TRADE, MERCANTILE, VICE...AND MANY MORE. FENIXVALLE IS NO EXCEPTION AND OUR ECONOMY WILL GROW AND THRIVE AS WE DO.
THE DUCHY WILL RELY ON ITS FORMIDABLE ARMY, NAVY, SECRET GUARD AND COUNTLESS ALLIES TO PROTECT IT'S PEOPLE FROM THE MANY DANGERS IT WILL FACE.
FENIXVALLE WILL BE A DIVERSE CULTURE LIKE THE MANY INHABITANTS OF IT'S BORDERS.
DUKE AND DUCHESS ALONG WITH A COUNCIL OF COUNTS, BARONS, AND COMMUNITY LEADERS.