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The Shattered Isle

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The Rise of Spirit


In the beginning, there was Balance. But Balance was broken and shattered by conflict, each seeking to own that which they could not, it destroyed them and broke the world in their conflict. And still the war rages on, the people of the gods sunder the land itself in their wars, wars for a cause long reduced to nought but tradition. They shatter the world beneath them, shatter their homes and lives. This is the Shattered Isle, for its people are like shards of glass, scattered remnants of a greater whole, cutting at one another, killing one another, yet none ever stop to truly wonder; why?





The sun rose on the morning of a new day in the Shattered Isle, its orange hues emerging from behind the horizon to lay their warmth upon the island. The sun rose over the island homes of the Water Clan, the shadows of the distant mountains falling on the ocean that separated their people from the mainland, glittering where the sun’s rays touched its surface, reflecting its light in a shimmering ripple of natural beauty. The sun rose over the capital city of the clan, Taran’shor, where it was already a hive of activity. In the streets, traders cried out their wares, their shouts fewer at this early hour than later in the day but no less enthusiastic; but they remained largely ignored by those who filled out the streets of the city this morning. Most all the passersby were well dressed important figures of the clan, be they captains of the warriors, or village heads – these men and women were here for one reason, and that reason was not to exchange coin with the hawkers on the street, no. These men and women were here to attend the council of war called by the illustrious leader of the Water Clan, to discuss the efforts being made by each town and village, the battlefronts of the war and the various victories and losses the clan had achieved.

This calling had long been expected, but now it was a reality it seemed to press home the seriousness of the matter. The truth was, Aiedan were losing this war. Whilst Nai dealt with the raw fury of the Sashyn Clan, Aiedan was set against Nadua, and their ever enduring war machine was wearing the Water Clan down. The raids to the outlying islands were increasing in number, and the losses in each battle were slowly tipping in their enemies’ favour. Whilst the Water Clan dominated the ocean, sinking many ships before they could even land, the level-headed and calm nature of the enemy warriors meant that even this did not discourage their relentless march, and once they reached land the advantage was clear. The Earth clan had more advanced weapon and armour than the Water, their plate metal turning aside the clan’s spears and bows with ease, and their hammers and axes facing no challenge against the light leather and mail the Water warriors wore. Though the Water were more manoeuvrable, that advantage could only be pressed to a certain extent, and it was not enough to win them the battles, and if things continued to progress in this way, the consequences would be dire.

And so the leaders of the clan gathered at the halls of their ruler, where he would lay before them his plans and designs for the future of the clan, and ensuring that it had a future…




The sun rose above the cavernous stronghold of the Earth Clan, the light breaking through the trees and signalling the lighting of the thousands upon thousands of lanterns that filled the passageways of their home, providing them with enough light to see by and work their trade. Their life underground was perhaps not the most comfortable, but comfort was a secondary objective, first being practicality – and this home was practically impenetrable should their enemies ever find their way to their doorstep.

In the depths, the people began to rise and set about their daily business, as they would in any other city, and life went on as normal. Almost as normal. There was a change in pace this morning, in the form of increased activity in the military quarter of the city. The leaders of the Earth were planning a final offensive against the Water Clan in the months to come, and preparations were already underway – a perfect example of the Naduan psyche, prepare, plan ahead, and prosper. These preparations included increased drilling of the troops, increased production of arms and armour, and increased communication between the troops and the Council, that plans might be formulated…




The sun rose above the mountain peaks of the Sky Clan, breaking through the clouds to shine radiantly on their gleaming white settlements, shining off of the dustings of snow that covered the taller peaks. There was neither of the sense of urgency that filled the Water Clan about the settlements of Clan Nai, nor that of careful planning and progress that filled the Naduan homes. Instead, there was merely a relaxed and seemingly care-free attitude that was common with its people. They had the clear advantage in the war on this side of the island, their mastery of the skies meant the Sashyn would not find themselves reaching the tips of the mountain homes of Nai with any great ease, and so there was little worry of the battle being taken to them – though there were of course vulnerable settlements near the base of the peaks, they were another story.

Nai did take the war seriously, however, despite the impression of complacency that their attitude might give. They led frequent raids on the outer settlements of the Fire Clan, their superior technologies in the form of weapons such as fire-bombs scaring the citizens (in the first days of their use, some of the enemy believed their god had turned on them, until the leaders of the clan were able to spread the knowledge of the truth behind them). In fact, the Nai council often diverted attention to the war that would be better placed elsewhere, in the upkeep of settlements, and were far fonder of offense than defence, leaving their lower settlements with little in the way of protection. Often, though the Na’vin of the clan would take up the burden that the council refused, and Shai Sunamon was frequently known to make extended visits to the lower settlements if she suspected an attack was on its way, and this is where she was on this morning, rising from her accommodation in the home of the village Wise One (the head of the women’s council, often separate from the main village council and just as often possessing twice as much influence, though they didn’t let the men know it, of course). There she would remain for the next week, before her duties called her away, back to the peaks where the council would surely chide her for her time away…




The sun rose over the volcano to the far south east of the island, the acrid smell of sulphur filling the air in the area. The Fire Clan rose with the dawn, and as the sun climbed into the sky, already most of the clansmen and women were up and going about their business, be it trade, war, or hunting. Within the volcano’s depths, there was tension in the air, but this was not caused by any event this day, or the previous; the tension had been present ever since the male Na’vin of the clan went rogue and retreated into the furthest depths of their home, refusing contact with the clan and fighting and killing any parties who sought him out. There was a constant watch of guards that were posted at the entrance to the tunnels where he dwelled, deep in the bowels of the fiery caverns. The lack of one of their figureheads left the people frustrated and scared, though they had managed to prevent news of it spreading to the other clans, it would only be a matter of time before the Nai noticed the lack of one of the Na’vin warriors, and decided to press the advantage.

The tension could also be attributed to the constant rows between the leader of the clan and his Na’vin daughter, tearing a clear line in the Clan between the followers of one, or the other. Some of the Na’vins more radical followers had gone as far as to wear bright red armbands that identified them as her supporters, often causing riots and fights in the streets between the two factions. The Fire Clan was in a state of anarchy, and matters seemed set to get worse, as a prominent fire-haired woman stalked her way through the streets of the city, toward her father’s palace. For what seemed the thousandth time for the people of the clan, she and her father were going to have words.