Recently uncovered from an ancient scroll, I submit for your viewing
pleasure, and give certain notice. This historic scroll reads:
Many moons ago, in the great savanna that stretches across the
interior of the Thalassian wastelands, there lived a group of
nomads who lived in a small area that became to be known as
The Galavan Frontier. The Galavans had settled in that area
for over five hundred years without problems, but changing
weather patterns and migration of territorial predators had
forced the inhabitants of the savanna to once again move
their civilization in the interest of protecting themselves
from the bands of roving marauders and wild predators that
competed with valuable natural resources. Their numbers
dwindled and their spirits broken, then began the long trek
north over months of hard travel through the winter months.
Threatened with starvation and dissention, they came
upon a lush valley overlooking the Thalassian coastline
to the north.
As the Galavans rejoiced, the brave leader, Ibor, braved
the thick jungle that sprang before the coastline, traveling
to the undisturbed sands of the shore that rested at the end of
the base of a large, round mountain. As he and his comrades
reached the thundering tide, he fell to his knees in exhaustion
and praised the mercy of the gods. As Ibor laid there with the
foamy seawater in his beard, the tide grew and bubbled before
the adventurers, scattering the weak-willed men back into the
jungle. None remained except for Ibor who, in his age and
frailty, laid there on the beaches as the great waters bubbled
higher around his limp body. Suddenly from a monstrous spout of
algae colored water rose a magnificent serpent of shining
emerald scale high into the air like a lightning bolt sent from
the depths. Ibor gazed up at the horrible creature and his
great maw filled with four rows of gigantic, razor teeth and
prayed that his journey was not one that was forsaken. As the
great beast reached its zenith, it paused and began to speak.
"Ibor, rise my son. You who have braved the wilds of this land
fearlessly and without regards to your own life, selflessly
bringing your people from the dangers and sensing the changes
that the gods have decreed upon the world, are spared. My lord,
Neptune, has seen your hardships and blesses you and your
people with the gifts of the sea and all that it has to offer.
Take with you, now, the knowledge of the sea. Teach them the
way, pass the knowledge of Neptune's gift to your people and
rejoice. Never forget what you have witnessed. May your people
live long and your bounty never be undone!" With the last words,
the serpent turned and plunged back into the ocean, taking with
it the ferocious tide. As the tail of the srpent whistled
around Ibor's head, it struck him lightly on his back, and
slithered away.
Ibor, still dazed from the serpent's countenance, fell to his
knees and rolled over onto his back once more. With the midday
sun in his eyes, his mind began to work what seemed to be
miracles of invention. As he slumbered on the beach, he dreamed
of seafaring vessels and wonderful fruitfulness to be found
within the sea. The next morning, Ibor rose and took his
wondrous findings to the Galavan people, all who were amazed at
his ingenuity and stories. The people began to flood the
coastline and built many ships to bring the fish from the sea,
and feed their people.
Several years had passed, and the memory of Ibor lived on
through the Galavan people. They lived happily along the
northern Thalassian coast with little danger until one day,
when a fisherman was out on his usual trek along the coastline
fishing when the serpent appeared him as it did many years ago
before Ibor. "Fisherman of the Galavan people, why have your
people not praised Neptune's name? The gods have given you life,
security, and the means to fulfill your needs. Why then is there
no temple, no resounding visage of Neptune, he who bore you
from ignorance and feed you the bread of knowledge?" he said.
Stricken with fear the fisherman jumped over the side of the
ship as the serpent roared at his insolence. With a grave cry
of disgust, the serpent smacked the surface of the water with
its tail as the sea bubbled and boiled. Rising from the depths
and through the white, foamy turmoil appeared a ship, a great
frigate, like a shot straight from the watery bowels of Hell
itself. The sounds of the crew echoed throughout the bay as
cannon shot after cannon shot rang out, destroying the
fisherman's boat. One by one, the god's wrath hunted and sank
every vessel in the ocean that came near the Galavan coastline,
completely cutting off the people from any sort of contact or
food supply found in the ocean.
The Galavan people cursed the ship that wreaked havoc, but were
powerless to defeat the ship and its crew. Like a band of
demonic hawks, the pirates kept close watch over the Thalassian
waters, never allowing any sort of trade, and pillaging the
coastline and any attempts at rebuilding their life on the sea.
The Galavans suffered greatly over the next couple of years as
they quickly built homage to the great god Neptune and his gifts.
Then one night when the moon was full and bearing its gift of
light upon the surface of the mighty bay's water, the Galavans
gathered one last time to praise Neptune and beg him for
forgiveness with the gift of a temple, the serpent appeared
once more. Behind his massive body rising into the sky and
casting a monstrous shadow upon the beach and their pyres,
sailed the eerie frigate filled with a devilish crew chomping
at the bit. The emerald serpent's voice rang like a chime from
heaven upon the coastline, and spoke. "Galavan peoples, you
have done well. For two years, you have been been trifled with
the reminder that the gods' gifts are not to be taken lightly.
You took the gift greedily, and did not pay heed to the
Neptune's requests. Now you have risen most honorably and paid
homage. For this, I release you from your hardships once more."
With a slashing of the great serpent's tail, he struck the side
of the ship and capsized it upon a sandbar in the middle of the
bay. "Now, live free and prosper. Let this ship stand as
reminder that the gods are not to be taken lightly, for all
that is great comes from their will and their hands. Pay heed
to these words, and your people shall never dwindle." As the
serpent descended into the deep one last time, the people
gathered at the edge of the dock, singing hymns unto the god
Neptune, looking out over the bay at the reminder of their
insolence, and the power of the gods.
-Gemellus the Observant,
Excerpt from "The Galavan Migration",
The Year of our lord Neptune, 219.