The children were gathered together and lead through the streets. Their little voices and bodies buzzing with excitement. It was finally their turn to hear the history. They were all finally old enough to know what had happened and how the world came to be. One by one they were sat in the square. Each presented with a small bit of sweets as a bribe to sit still and listen. When they were all sat down an older woman was escorted out by her apprentice. Hunched over and wrinkled with the passage of time. Her hair a stark white against her sun stained skin. She took her time, careful in each of her movements much to her audience’s dismay. After what felt like a lifetime, she was finally settled on the chair someone had dragged out to the square for her. Her clouded eyes staring forward, unseeing, as she smacked her lips. “Get me some water please young Oliver.” Her voice croaked out. “Yes, Keeper.” The young man beside her handed her his water skin and helped her take a drink. The old woman hummed once she was done and pushed the skin aside. “Much better…” She paused a moment before speaking up again. “Who here knows who I am?” “Keeper Wynn!” A chorus of voices answered her. “Good good,” Keeper Wynn mumbled before clearing her throat. “Children, you have all reached that age. It is your turn to hear the story and know our past.” “Many years ago, this land was ruled by Titans. Mountain sized men that governed their territories with differing minds. Some were kind, some were cruel, while others benevolent to their charges, us. We worked the land for our lords and ladies and in return, they kept us safe. All was right until insult.” “No one alive remembers the exact words that were spoken. Nor do they remember which two Titans started it. All that is remembered is the battle that was fought after. The Titans attacked, ordering their charges to do the same. Suddenly our once peaceful land was torn apart. Thousands killed in mere moments as the two Titan’s battled. The people petitioned the other Titans for help. That was the mistake.” “Others got involved and then even more until all of the Titans were dragged into the vicious war. Once flourishing cities were destroyed in a matter of minutes as their anger blinded them to the destruction around them. Those that did not sacrifice themselves in service to their lords went into hiding, hoping to one day live a peaceful world again. Generations passed and slowly the Titan numbers dwindled. Slowly the war shrunk to fewer and fewer territories as they ran out of resources. Until finally, the last two Titans fell to each other’s swords.” “The people emerged, broken, starved, and homeless. We gathered together, using the bones of our once grand overlords as the beginnings of new cities. Over time we started to rebuild.” Keeper Wynn paused and reached for the water skin once more. All of the children eagerly watching her wide-eyed. Her words echoing through their heads. Refreshed, Keeper Wynn cleared her throat and started once more. “In the Tenth Year of Peace, the Keepers were formed. Men and women charged remembering before the war, recall the trials wrought during, and instruct the youths after. We are to pick another in our old age to carry on the tradition. With the Keepers established the people separated. Returning to the territories of their ancestors.” “For many years we have lived here. Rebuilding and expanding our territories. Voyagers, brave individuals that chose to fearlessly venture from our borders, started to venture out. To enhance the memories of the Keeper so that we may one day return to the time of before. To live in a world that flourished with people. Who knows, maybe one of you will one day become a Voyager. A hero to the people.” Roatera Living World is a new campaign looking for both Players and GMs to experience our world together. Come check us out!
