Shë Eingzhroi – The Men
Nëdëgiusël was born three years before Digaleig, and his wife, Moreiso, was born as the second-born twin to Gleiza. The foursome grew up close to each other and maintained their friendship and league even after the dragon’s banishment. They were slighter in build than the dragons, but heavier than the elves. Their skin was almost as dark as the dragons, but had a lighter, yellowish hue to it that would give them an oriental look to us. And they were indeed very oriental in many respects: their eyes were almond shaped, their eyes dark, their hair straight and silky. As they grew up they loved the beasts of the creation more than all the others, even more than the elves. And so when God have them the rule over them more than the others, they were well pleased. They were also given the gift of healing. But they were most pleased with the ability to communicate (as much as is possible with non-sentient beasts) with the animals.
In the rebellion they joined with the dragons and the dwarves, and ruled with them. When they were darkened they took a variety of shapes like the others, but out of them were born the first order of Sorcerers. The sorcerers became the leaders of those who sought the Dark Arts, or the powers of the other tribes. This was a great evil, and required the aid of the Zeighor’s strength by means of magic. Each tribe’s natural power, its jurisdiction, had its limits, and exerting power within those limits was natural and good if done in the right way. This was just like using an arm or a machine. But to go beyond those limits deliberately and seek to use the powers of the other tribes in their jurisdictions was a great offense and sin against God. The sorcerers maintained their existence in varying strength all the way up to the 3000th year of Ithelak, where they all but vanished.
The end of the Great War was precipitated by the voluntary surrender of most of the mannish tribe around the globe. They mingled with the other tribes and scattered their forces, leaving the dwarves and dragons on the defensive. They did not take part in the final battles, but merely sought to rebuild their homes. They built up five main provinces for themselves: one in Tskarnor and four in Aschu. There were also several smaller settlements of men elsewhere, but those were the main ones.
The mannish tribe in the land of Tëscrii in Tskarnor is called the Tësalagaco. Their great city is the massively complex Grëdhiro, but they range all across Tëscrii and up into the ranges of Gëdora. They hunt and live off of the plains and marshes of Tëscrii. They mingled mostly with the naiads of the northern marshes, and so the natives of the northern regions live half in half out of the water all of the time. Their tunnels under the plains and the paths in the swamps are never revealed except to the initiates of their people. The underground regions of the great city Grëdhiro are called the Touedapsin, and their convoluted meshes reach far out into the plains under the soil. Only the Necadoua know their way around the Touedapsin at all, and they know only the parts assigned to their family.
The nations of the Aschian men went through many changes of dynasties and territories, but for the most part there were four: north, south, east, and west, divided by the Aschian mountains of Kure-daiäzon and Shurutatume-daiäze. The great cities of the main dynasties are these: Mulemëtone, Kalíbeirítone, Daiveiretone, Gulimamato, Gilomatone, Gairuledë-onom, Mësoma-tobalo, and Karadenace-tone (I might have forgotten some, but that is good for starters). Each nation has its own culture and history, its own methods of warfare, and its own dialects.
A note on the common tongue’s use of the word man. When the men mingled with the other tribes at the end of the Great War they brought on an age of Crans, people who come of a greatly mixed bloodline. The culture of the men became assimilated into almost every other culture and so crans became synonymous with men. And since crans were the most numerous, man became the common word to use for a person.
With joy and peace in Christ,
P.S. This is the last article on Ithelak for a month. As a TWEist I am not permitted to write fiction next month. So farewell for now!