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The New World </div>
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<div style="font-family: Georgia; color:#b2c8cd; letter-spacing:4px; padding-left:20px;">HISTORY OF THE NEW WORLD</div><br>
Centuries ago and still, some would say, today, Invoria was a land of nomadic savages. Groups of people followed food, sought independence from those tribes which threatened their own security. Before the beginning of which Invorians speak today, there was calamity and disunity which cannot be imagined in this refined world. It was so far back in time, so many centuries past, that it may not at all have existed. This age, before year zero as we know it today, can be remembered only as a time of total war and territorial sacrilege. A dog-eat-dog mentality which consumed the all of civilization except for those in a single, isolated venue.
Only one location in Invoria flourished during this time, an island called Nazarete. With their land dictated by the borders of the sea, and their resources protected by that same boundary, the Mystic population which lived upon that island flourish where others fell. The cold population resulted in innovation unparalleled by anything else in Invoria, requirements for societal advancement more drastic than the more equatorial realms. The society was divided by allegiances and blood ties and united by their landmass. The Mystics created a city so advanced that it might have been able to succeed in the Edwardian era Invoria that exists now.
The more settlements came to exist in continental Invoria, the more attention Nazarete received. Its advancement was not considered to be advantageous, but frightening. They dominated in all spectrums, and the small Mystic community which existed was perceived as a threat. They had the means of destruction, and the mentality of the era was to trust no one. Rather than creating their own technologies, as most races did, a Hydriad race stepped forward, having concocted their own plan. The Melusine were ahead of the pack in this regard, prepared to take down the front-runner rather than accept following their pace.
This was an age when god magic was wild among the people of Invoria. It was said that the gods saw their error in placing such magic in mankind – they were too greedy, too violent and eager to use their energy for destruction – and withdrew their gifts, or so the story goes. Man was punished for its cruelty, but what was done could not be undone, and a city was punished for its success. The Melusine damned Nazarete, sending violent weather in its direction. Their god magic summoned a tsunami from the sea and froze an entire generation. There were no defences that could have held back the monstrous wave that shielded the sky from the Mystics, and no one left alive in its wake to thaw the ice which now covered the island.
The Melusine inhabited Nazarete, calling it by their own name, claiming the land for their kind. They were the victorious party, and no one could question it, not when the former inhabitants were beneath meters and meters of ice, frozen by the malice and fear of their opposition. The Melusine named the land Gwynterre and created primitive settlements above the ice. It was years before they were joined by any other race and, when they were, it wasn’t one which had existed on the hostile Invoria they had once been a part of.
First, the Tylwyth appeared in the form of flora, sculpted as the towering trees which watched over the Melusine civilization. Next, they were fauna, taking the bodies of seals and bears indigenous to the land. Centuries passed before they became human alongside the Melusine, to share their territory. But, even through this long spell, no one disturbed the land. It was difficult to reach, a voyage made dangerous by the seas and the merciless terrain; it was also wreathed in fear, for the power which had once been harvested, the volatile political forces which were at work.
Over three thousand years later, there is no proof of this other than a rare myth. Like all legends, it ceased to be remembered, till even the most detailed scriptures collected dust with age, and an entire world was forgotten.