Hello. C J here. I have more stories from the history I’m building for the Fantasy Plus Minecraft server map. Imagine being in a tavern in the evening, cooking meat and eating bread next to an open pit fire. You and you fellow travellers share stories. Maybe these are some of the ones you share.
I have seen the world turn.
The incantations we know to raise the pillars and glow wells from the cool earth can also be turned to the stars. I myself have spoken the names of several of those stars and they have answered me.
We the old clerics of the desert know more than we tell even to the kings of our people. We learned at the behest of those who came before us, though their names are long since lost.
I made the seasons cry and the sunlight that fell upon our crops dance. I had the power of an immortal through our mastery of the celestial arts. None today still know them.
None here in this blasted sun baked wasteland at least. I find myself garbed in golden cloth and serving at the behest of my king once again.
We the old souls of this world are gathering. Perhaps the stars would like to join us. I do hope they are up for a nice conversation. I know I am after all these years.
Find me in the desert, just North of the Old City and maybe we can have a talk.
Name Spoken of Wind
High Cleric of the Gold Dynasty
Many would assume the language of the Desert Empire was made by the people there. I strongly disagree with this idea. The language bears no resemblance to those spoken by us.
The rest of the continent has its own language group and nothing the Desert Empire has ever written down or said to us through its Sand Kings is part of it.
I’m quite certain their language has an earlier origin. Whoever initially led them through the desert and into the fertile Gold River valley knew the sea was there. They knew the map.
My guess is this is one of the gods, way back in the Age of Gods when they actively walked the world of Materia here. The language must be divine in origin.
The Desert Empire was known to have mastery over a rare form of magic we have not seen since. Often named the celestial arts in their tomes, we know nothing of it.
The gods had a plan and by my name and my father’s name, I hope it’s going well. Wait, are we part of it? Does the plan include us? Maybe I need another slice of pie.
Notes from an Apprentice Archaeologist
We have many allies in the desert. They tell us stories sometimes. Long ago, so say the Desert Princes and their servants, the Desert Empire and their people were rivals.
The Desert Princes are an old nation but when they were young the Desert Empire was already old beyond reckoning. How that older kingdom started no one ever knew.
This is the interesting part. The Desert Empire doesn’t know its own history any better than we do. Its early rulers were fond of removing their ancestors from their records.
We know more about the Sand Kings than they do including the correct original names of the kings and dynasties that unified when it moved to become an empire.
More work is needed. Somewhere in the city tombs under the continent there are the temple palaces of individual dynastic rulers. There are several for each dynasty as they built one each ruler.
Head into the tomb city and try to find its outer edges. If you find a region where the skeletons wear brightly coloured clothes then there might be an entrance nearby.
Where they go no one knows. Is there a deeper city beneath the one we know?
By my name I hope not.
Summons from the Mayor of Haven
C J Mcpherson
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