Pain and Anger
Destruction. That is what the Duroc, Uggor, and Liealb had just witnessed. The Satar had passed through their lands, sacking and burning the cities that had stood since the dawn of civilization. Now, they were burnt our husks and mountains of rubble. The Uggor were devastated, never having felt the sting of defeat this much. The Duroc people were in sadness, for their homes were wrecked as if these were the old wars again, for they felt they had once again come into the middle of the fighting. The Liealb were unsure of what was happening, being nearly untouched, yet a threatening cloud hung over their heads. With the strongholds of the Duroc in ruins, the cities of the Uggor filled with terror, and Liealb cities in quiet isolation from the rest of the country. The Twe were now largely conquered, although many still fled to the Kratoan part of their lands. Really, every race had been affected greatly by the Satar invasion.
However, the people of the south did not fall easily, and were sturdy. For ages they have dug their roots deep into the ground and grown strong in their homelands. For now, while still afraid, the Uggor continued to assemble their massive work force, the rubbles of destruction being carried away and shaped into useful material for the building of new things. The Duroc also focused on regaining their lost strength, allowing the Uggor to rebuild their homes as they strained to maintain trade. Their skill with sails and on horseback proved to be invaluable, allowing them to still keep tabs on the Liealb part of the country. Although the Ishanbi seemed rather restless, Kesui II had been given temporary control over the entire region, ensuring that any rebellions would get put down ruthlessly and hard.
And so Krato began to rebuild. Its treasury was still full, despite the sackings of the Satar. As a matter of fact, it was still wealthy and powerful in its crippled state. But the High Prince of the Satar would not cripple a wounded animal. That was something the people of Krato could respect, for they expected the world to nearly come to an end when they heard of the great force of Satar sweeping through the country. But the High Prince has had mercy on Krato, something no one in the country saw.
But the Algoli Exatai is something else.
The Kratoans had an extreme hatred for what they saw as spoiled barbarians who had sucker punched them. This hatred burned especially in the hearts of the Uggor, for they had the most contact with the Gorai, especially on the battlefield. While the High Prince had wise words that sounded like logic and reason to the Kratoans, the words of the Goria were short and blunt, demanding tribute and land. This created much rage within Kratoan society, viewing the Gorai as nothing but wayward Twe that happened to get lucky. In a way, this hatred fueled one of the greatest cultural achievements of Krato. The Stage of Gisuzi it was known as. Fiercely anti-Algoli and even having harsh words for other countries and races, Gisuzi thought that expressing ones self was the key to art. And to him, shouting, raving, and ranting was the finest art form one could attain. He would spend hours on his stage, his face red with anger as he shouted the sins of the Gorai. He encouraged others to join him, and let their hate spill out. Finally, when Gisuzi died, the theater he preformed his rants at was named the Stage of Gisuzi, and became the center for a new Uggor art form called Istrillio, or hate shouting. It flourished in these tough times, where many men and women wanted to express their anger. Istillio buildings were set up all over the country, serving as places where people could get rid of their stress and have a good shout. Sometimes, particularly good rants were recorded on walls, being examples of the finest Istillio one could make. High Chief Hencon, Chief Hecos grandchild was extremely fond of Istillio. He would listen for hours at a time in the theaters of rage, absorbing each shouted word. He invested great amounts of money constructing Gisuzian theaters all over the city of Krato.
And now in the capital they say that no one can sleep, for the rantings of the enraged and insane fill the night air.
OOc: I'm planning on turning Krato into a fully fledged rage machine.