For millennia, the god of prosperity guided and nurtured the people between Mt. Ivory and Mt. Sassafras. Before the people settled here it was nearly barren with little wildlife or fauna. What few critters did manage to eke out a living here were scrawny and completely feral. To start with, his parents had moved here hoping to nurture their newborn son away from the greed and hate which permeated their homeland. They managed to raise him for nearly twelve years, training him how to live where little grew. Then they died and left him alone. Shortly thereafter their blood which fertilized the soil and the bones of the vermin they had eaten caused a spot in the center of the wilderness to mature and thrive. A few decades later he could out fight fox or run anything he came across. The animals which had been scrawny to start with were growing as the land began to prosper.
He eventually found what, to him, was a magical place, it nurtured his body and spirit. Others might call it a ley line or a dragon vein but to him it became home. After a while he could do things his parents couldn’t even have dreamed of. He became stronger and stronger. One day years later a broken family found their way into his small paradise. Yes paradise, what had once had been wasteland was now green and lush. As he had sculpted the trees into shapes which pleased him and guided small brooks in paths that meandered around, the new land where they had arrived was pure magic to them. The first meeting was a shock for both parties.
He had been so shocked to meet beings that looked like he and his parents that he stayed out of sight until they started trying to find a place to make a home and settle down. Seeing that they were about to destroy what he had built he stepped out and stopped them. They, seeing a Wildman of the woods, clustered together in fright. When he showed them to the place his parents had built they understood that he wouldn’t hurt them but just didn’t want them to ruin the beauty of his home they relaxed and left off what had him upset. They set about renovating his old home that had due to time had become rather desiccated. They found a small chest left over from his parents and learned of his history. He, not having been schooled and not having spoken to any one since his parents departure was unable to communicate with them well, was unable to clarify or comprehend anything they read. A subtle relationship formed.
When they were having hard times or couldn’t get enough to eat he would bring food or find another way to lend a hand. At different points in time they saw him perform amazing feats which shocked and frightened them. Occasionally new families would come in and a small community formed. He showed himself less often and became something of a legend. Showing up when disaster struck or preventing what could have been a disaster caused they who would become his people to worship him. Time passed and he became more powerful. Young lads of the village sought him out to find their own strength. He took pity on one or two and taught them a little. Later his village became a city and caravans would add this place to their travels. His city grew into a country with mighty fighters. He would take time to disguise himself and see to the training of the young. He learned much about different physiques and differently attributed paths to follow. He learnt and taught many crafts and crafters. His country advanced and the worship his people once offered to him grew begrudging. Priests from far away came and started proselytizing. Not having cared to be worshipped from the start, it didn’t bother him. Outside forces began moving against him and he just turned a blind eye. At this point he could become metaphysical or spectral and nothing they did could harm him. For a time things settled. He would continue to seek out apprentices and train them according to their talents to be great.
Things changed. New priests arrived, priests who had dark hearts and souls. They created a following and showed off mysticisms. They tried to catch him but the people were still with him. They and their congregations grew until those whose families had stood faithful by him began to waver. They taught a new doctrine and banished all talk of him as paganism. One day, none remained who still held respect for all he had done for them. He simply stepped away from the people and went back to his little home and stayed for a long time. Then as his strength grew, the priests who had run him off began to seek after the source of his dragon vein in order to increase their strength.
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They failed to defeat him when they stormed his home and he slaughtered all who came to try to oust him. They stopped provoking him and he curtailed his wrath leaving them in peace. A year after, he found a small boy wandering lost in the forest just outside of his domain. The child was injured and being chased by the denizens of the forest which had also grown in conjunction with the country. Remembering the death of his parents and the loneliness he suffered he stopped them and took the boy in. He trained him more thoroughly than he had with the majority of the children he had been with through the centuries. Then one day while he was resting and making changes to his mind, oblivious to anyplace outside his body the boy left and led the priests in. They confined his body using their magic’s and sorceries and separated his spirit from his body. Awakened and enraged he used the power of his mind and slew the boy and most of those who had provoked him yet again. He ripped the spirit from one of the bodies and saw that the people had conspired with the priests and sent multiple boys into the woods in order to entrap him. Any records of his past had been erased but all knew that he had spent great effort to care for talented children. Children had been chosen due to the pull they had on him. They had been informed it was a dangerous mission which could cost their life, but the boys had fully known what they were doing. Ultimately it was only the one who had managed to live long enough to be saved. Seeing that the people he had invested his time into had completely betrayed him he became infuriated. As he left he butchered all that he met.
The stronger priests who had stayed away from the operation stole into his home and harvested the energy he had left. While they harvested he raged. Ten cities were annihilated in a couple of days. The third day he was about to hit another town but when he reached the priests came out. He moved to end them but they used the source energy he was strengthened with, cast their sorcery and banished him to the depths of the yellow river. As he fell he gathered his spirit which he had strengthened shortly before his betrayal and cast a curse. “Generation of vipers, as you have cut down the one who protected you and enhanced your lives, despite continuous forgiveness so shall you be cut down and your children after you until the land has been purified and the debt you have incurred should be repaid. Wait my reawakening and fear the repercussion of your actions. Having said that energy left his body and settled on all the country causing all it touched to hear his words. The aged and faded parchments which his parents had written millennia ago had been burnt and scattered long ago but now reformed. It would be found later that they were indestructible and the ramifications would shake the country at that time. He had never actually read those papers and had no idea they were brought back or what it was they said but the message they carried would spell out the doom he had prophesied.
To those who come and find our legacy, please honor our wishes and shed the hate and greed from your hearts. Let not dark emotions darken the heart of this land but protect it from turmoil. In return, may this place nurture and multiply your blessings. Should the heart be darkened, should hate be given root then leave lest your lives, prosperity, homes, futures and souls be forfeited from this virgin land. It is our hope that Janan never experience what we cast away. Let this land be evermore peaceful or let it be purged of chaos in its entirety. Please love our Janan