In the early days...

When those brave souls first came by wing and by sea, when the gods made the world new, the prominence that over looked the sea was soon scaled and tamed by all sorts of creatures. The dwarves that dug the mines to find the ores to make the tools, the humans that brought grit and sweat to build the city, the elves that brought refinery, knowledge. For a time this made the mountainous city that scraped the heavens divided but as regional dukes became solidified into a monarchy, that monarchy strove to build the city further. For a time, the city thrived and depended on hunters and trades men who brought food and wares by sea but this was not sustainable.

The untamed wilds of the Primoria Tangle was agreed on to be cut back and further turned into farm lands, the Clam Lands. The King of the Fae personally stomped down the boundary leaving deep hoof prints for the city to not cross into the forest anymore than they already were, the Empress of Hoshikyo proper sending aide to build the farms, creating rice paddies from what was low swamp land and from then forward all left in the care of Lu'mina. There were conflicts raged as deep below the mountain a house of Drow had also made their home, wars waged, treaties made and broken, debates over who laid claim to what amongst other chaos in the realm led to dark and trying times, the abyss leading marches on the city as well just added to the unrest while the city pushed and maintained, burning greatly like the firebird of their banner to succeed in the face of conflict and rise from the ash. But this would be tried even further....

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In the recent days...

While the realm was tried, factions near warring with each other, even the gods unhappy with their creations and with each other.... One grew weary of this, angered even. The Moon, Oberon, in days leading up to his zenith month warned the realm that he would wipe clean the slate, that only one land will be untouched, Titan's Waste to the south, and that is where those faithful and those desiring to build again should escape to and be spared. The god only made this threat all the more real, using great celestial power to pluck a monolith from the heavens and hang it over the lands until it was time to put it to use.

Lu'mina listened, always looking to Oberon for balance and judgement, the city and all who would listen packed what they could and fled, evacuating to safety in the sands while the Moon pursued his quest to right the wrongs of mortal and god. The watchful god was patient, and in a weeks time from his warning he began his purging, sending the monolith into the city, crumbling what was once a tall and proud mountain. By some happenstance though, this heavenly mission would not be complete, halted while the god buried his tool in the belly of the flattened mountain, containing the spread of destruction and vanishing in an instance of second thoughts for terrible actions wrought.

With this cataclysm avoided by means kept veiled, the people started to migrate back home, rebuilding on the mound that was once home and soon making it home again. Through the winter months they pushed again, and soon their city stood proud once more, shorter but not defeated. Despite the cold and the snow, the city soon bloomed with green and life. Through these cold months it was announced as well that the city and their long time ally, the Quae'Mira consisting of Fae and Merfolk alike, would unite as one faction, under one flag. The long time King of the fae now king to the city under the Queen Mother, his mother, and her watchful eye....

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Leading to today....

With the city reclaimed after a horrid fog chased out any and all who could flee, the city rebuilds and puts together the pieces of what happened while moving forward like the strong bird the city flies proudly on its flags.