The History of the Trall
Thousands of years ago before the great cataclysm there was a vast expanse of jungle in the southern region of Elberen. Here trees grew hundreds of feet tall and created many levels of canopy that where thick enough to tred on. In these jungles lived a young race known as the Trall.
The Trall made their homes not on the ground, but in the trees. The Trall could easily navigate through the trees due to the thick canopy and their remarkable climbing skills and strength. The Trall where a very innocent race and kind race at the time, you could say they where gentle giants. For the longest time the Trall lived peacefully in the jungles and their population as well as culture swelled; but all good things come to an end.
The Trall who where sheltered by their jungle paradise had no idea of the titanic powers outside of the trees, almost all of the world besides this jungled land was under the rule of the Elden Empire. The Elden had known of the jungle for hundreds of years yet saw little use for it ...until they found the Trall.
One fateful day a band of the Empire's sprite messengers where flying over the jungle when they saw some strange creatures rushing across the canopy below, once the Sprites reached their destination they reported the sitings to their Elden overlords. The Elden at once sent their "diplomats" to the jungles to contact these creatures.
The band of Elden diplomats consisted of 75, and they marched into the jungle. It took them weeks to get to a Trall village in the canopy and once there they did what they did best...anger natives. The diplomats announced to the Trall that they where on lands that where propriety of the Empire and therefor they where part of the empire and "owned" by the Elden...the Trall of course did not speak the tounge of Elden and did not understand. Then they made a very big mistake.
In the crowd of Trall gathered around the Elden their Chieftain was among them, and the diplomats where becoming frustrated with the Trall still not understanding them and so they did something that was compulsive and foolish. One of the Elden marched up to the chieftain and took his crown and put it on his own head and pointed to it over and over as if to say he was their new king. The Trall had never met a creature so rude and bold enough to commit such an act and they had no idea how to react...the chieftain thudded up to the Elden with a most confused look on his face. The Elden took this as a threat and pushed the Trall back with his hand and yelled something along the lines of "Come no closer creature!" almost as soon as the elden was done yelling the confused chieftain angered by this hostile act snapped the elden's neck with a fluid motion and all Hell broke loose. Elden were being tossed out of the trees and a few Trall dropped from deadly spells...the Trall still to this day mistrust outsiders due to this event.
After a very short but bloody war the Elden conquered the Trall. The Elden rounded up the Trall and dragged them into the mines and cities and after generations of brainwashing the Trall (save a few) fell in line like good little soldiers and workers and they where under the impression (as where the Sprites) that their Elden overlords had their best interests in mind, which of course they did not.
Thousands of years passed and the Elden ruled all of Elberen and their magical power increased rapidly and then...
Boom.
The Elden delved too deeply into the arcane and broke the world in a great Magical Cataclysm and killed at least 95% percent of every living thing in Elberen. But the Elden had unkownly saved the Trall race by sending them to the mines in the mountains, the Trall where trapped in the mountains.
The Trall where confused...then their confusion turned to anger...then their anger turned into being just flat out violent after a few of the Trall spoke of how the Elden really got the Trall under their boot (a secret passed down through a select few). The Trall then did the only thing they could do, go farther down in the mines. This great exodus was not an easy one, they had little sleep due to the horrid feeling they where being watched.
In these hard times as the Trall delved down one of them rose up and took up leadership of the group, his name was Zirzák and he was the mightiest and most respected of them all. Under his rule the Trall found a place that swelled their hearts with hope, it was a valley.
The valley was wide, huge, massive, titanic even. And it had a great fish filled river running through it's middle. Zirzák lead the people towards the valley and it was not until then that they realized that the valley had already been taken...by goblins...thousands of goblins. The Trall had come too far to be stopped by massive numbers, and so lead by Zirzák the 700 Trall charged down into the valley roaring, shaking the entire mountains it seemed and clashed with the thousands of goblins. The battle lasted for three days some say and at the end of the third day Zirzák and his people had pushed the goblins into a full retreat. The Trall finally had a home again.
Zirzák waisted no time, buildings where soon made from the stone around them, highways where carved under the mountains, and their numbers swelled remarkable. The Trall became master masons and steel-workers and with their new found power lead a great crusade against their goblin enemies until they where all but extinct.
For the longest time the Trall thought they where the only of the three races that could have possibly survived the Cataclysm, not even the Sprites with their wings could fly away from the magical storms (That upsetted the Trall greatly for they had a great liking for the Sprites).
The Trall now dwell under nearly every mountain in the Dragonspine mountains to this day...and their power grows daily.
Thousands of years ago before the great cataclysm there was a vast expanse of jungle in the southern region of Elberen. Here trees grew hundreds of feet tall and created many levels of canopy that where thick enough to tred on. In these jungles lived a young race known as the Trall.
The Trall made their homes not on the ground, but in the trees. The Trall could easily navigate through the trees due to the thick canopy and their remarkable climbing skills and strength. The Trall where a very innocent race and kind race at the time, you could say they where gentle giants. For the longest time the Trall lived peacefully in the jungles and their population as well as culture swelled; but all good things come to an end.
The Trall who where sheltered by their jungle paradise had no idea of the titanic powers outside of the trees, almost all of the world besides this jungled land was under the rule of the Elden Empire. The Elden had known of the jungle for hundreds of years yet saw little use for it ...until they found the Trall.
One fateful day a band of the Empire's sprite messengers where flying over the jungle when they saw some strange creatures rushing across the canopy below, once the Sprites reached their destination they reported the sitings to their Elden overlords. The Elden at once sent their "diplomats" to the jungles to contact these creatures.
The band of Elden diplomats consisted of 75, and they marched into the jungle. It took them weeks to get to a Trall village in the canopy and once there they did what they did best...anger natives. The diplomats announced to the Trall that they where on lands that where propriety of the Empire and therefor they where part of the empire and "owned" by the Elden...the Trall of course did not speak the tounge of Elden and did not understand. Then they made a very big mistake.
In the crowd of Trall gathered around the Elden their Chieftain was among them, and the diplomats where becoming frustrated with the Trall still not understanding them and so they did something that was compulsive and foolish. One of the Elden marched up to the chieftain and took his crown and put it on his own head and pointed to it over and over as if to say he was their new king. The Trall had never met a creature so rude and bold enough to commit such an act and they had no idea how to react...the chieftain thudded up to the Elden with a most confused look on his face. The Elden took this as a threat and pushed the Trall back with his hand and yelled something along the lines of "Come no closer creature!" almost as soon as the elden was done yelling the confused chieftain angered by this hostile act snapped the elden's neck with a fluid motion and all Hell broke loose. Elden were being tossed out of the trees and a few Trall dropped from deadly spells...the Trall still to this day mistrust outsiders due to this event.
After a very short but bloody war the Elden conquered the Trall. The Elden rounded up the Trall and dragged them into the mines and cities and after generations of brainwashing the Trall (save a few) fell in line like good little soldiers and workers and they where under the impression (as where the Sprites) that their Elden overlords had their best interests in mind, which of course they did not.
Thousands of years passed and the Elden ruled all of Elberen and their magical power increased rapidly and then...
Boom.
The Elden delved too deeply into the arcane and broke the world in a great Magical Cataclysm and killed at least 95% percent of every living thing in Elberen. But the Elden had unkownly saved the Trall race by sending them to the mines in the mountains, the Trall where trapped in the mountains.
The Trall where confused...then their confusion turned to anger...then their anger turned into being just flat out violent after a few of the Trall spoke of how the Elden really got the Trall under their boot (a secret passed down through a select few). The Trall then did the only thing they could do, go farther down in the mines. This great exodus was not an easy one, they had little sleep due to the horrid feeling they where being watched.
In these hard times as the Trall delved down one of them rose up and took up leadership of the group, his name was Zirzák and he was the mightiest and most respected of them all. Under his rule the Trall found a place that swelled their hearts with hope, it was a valley.
The valley was wide, huge, massive, titanic even. And it had a great fish filled river running through it's middle. Zirzák lead the people towards the valley and it was not until then that they realized that the valley had already been taken...by goblins...thousands of goblins. The Trall had come too far to be stopped by massive numbers, and so lead by Zirzák the 700 Trall charged down into the valley roaring, shaking the entire mountains it seemed and clashed with the thousands of goblins. The battle lasted for three days some say and at the end of the third day Zirzák and his people had pushed the goblins into a full retreat. The Trall finally had a home again.
Zirzák waisted no time, buildings where soon made from the stone around them, highways where carved under the mountains, and their numbers swelled remarkable. The Trall became master masons and steel-workers and with their new found power lead a great crusade against their goblin enemies until they where all but extinct.
For the longest time the Trall thought they where the only of the three races that could have possibly survived the Cataclysm, not even the Sprites with their wings could fly away from the magical storms (That upsetted the Trall greatly for they had a great liking for the Sprites).
The Trall now dwell under nearly every mountain in the Dragonspine mountains to this day...and their power grows daily.
