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The Nomadic Stormborn


When it began there was a storm, it came crashing and screaming over the waves. It rippled across the grasslands all the way to the Barrier Peaks in the south. In it's path light fell from the sky in every colour and where it struck life was born.

The folk of the grass, the stone, the rivers and the earth.

The thunder followed and gave them their names and the wind share its wisdom and now like the wind they do not tarry in one place for long, following the herds and the rivers.

The People

The People of the Grasslands

The People of the Stone

The People of the River

The People of the Earth