Eulogy and Elegy
The banner of Kahir the Fox; after his reign, it was used as the flag of Merhai.
The lone tragedy of history is its inevitability. There are heroic last stands, but they make no difference. There are epic voyages of freedom, but their destinations are forever distant. There are duels of vengeance, but they end in failure. A people fight and fight against evil, but are overrun. It is the same all over the worldwe have seen this sorry tale repeated.
From the days when the Eldranians trampled the heroic Dula-Hathrans defensive line, to Gorins genocide of the Gerbers, to the last war of Veritas, they were all overwhelmed by the odds arrayed against them, and the vicious laws of history.
So it was with the Merhai. Born out of an unlikely flight, one that should have ended in massacre, the clans of the Merhai escaped the tyrannical Fairhelt, who had driven out their brothers by force. There had been no war in the Merhai Vale beforeit was the closest place to perfection. The winters were cold, but we had food, and shared campfires. The ice was harsh, but the warmth of a people was stronger. The Fairhelt ruined that, and with ashes and blood ravaged the very land itself.
The Merhai fled to the New Vale, and despite raids and difficulties reestablishing life, they remade their homes here. It was peace; all was prosperity. Until the Iron Face. The Merhai could not bear to see fellow men, the True Lengels, fall under oppression by their own lords. They marched southward, and helped the horsemen find freedom.
Another evil came, Gorin. They raped, pillaged, and sacked the great cities of the world. They practiced the greatest barbarism: slavery. Overrunning the land with hearts the color of pitch, no evil was too great for them. The Merhai knew this threat had to be stopped, knew that evil marched unchecked. So though it was hopeless, despite the omens of failure, despite certainty of death, they blew the horns of war and marched south.
Two betrayals were made: Swades betraying half the world, and Fairhelts attacking their own brothers. Two betrayals it took to drag down the noble nation of the Merhai and their allies. Two wars, a heroic, wretchedly glorious last stand.
It was all for nothing.
The Vale of the Merhai will never see freedom again.
The free men valiant who knew no fear,
Their ends in glory drew all too near,
The free men brave and bold, shouting fierce
Who set foul men of evil to flying;
For though the south-lands were dread and cold,
For though the southrons knew naught but gold,
For though all evil once dwelt in the south,
Still the fair men of north did not know fear.
Yet hind the Merhai were coward men,
Whose arms neer sallied for glorious cause,
Their eyes were burning, their hearts were black:
With a knife in the dark they slew freedom.
To death! To death! A march of haste!
To death! To death! They feared no fate!
To death! To death! From northlands and south,
In a glory the free men fell dying!
In a glory the free men fell dying...
This story has ended.
Kals Story (I)
Kals Story (II)
Kals Story (III)
Kals Story (IV)
Kahirs Story (I)
Kahirs Story (II)
Kahirs Story (III)
Laitus Story
An Anecdote
Falhirs Story (I)
Falhirs Story (II)
OOC: Forgive my vanity; I loved this nation.