Exploring Tribe land’s world - The Pangea

There was nothing before the great flood.

There was nothing before the great flood.

Waves washed over the barren wasteland wetting the soil that had been scorched by the burning sun. As the water made its way back to the ocean, it gave way to life all over the Pangea continent. Small, colorful plants started growing in wide open fields, enormous trees emerged from once arid lands, and rivers were formed as the water cut through stone with ease.

Along with the plants and the trees, came the humans. There were in total ten different humans, later referred to as “the first ten”. Despite appearing at the same time, they were spread across the continent in pairs, one of them was male, while the other one was female. 

The birth of the mighty beasts

Time does not slow down at will, and the years pass with an unrivaled quickness. As this happened, the humans started learning things about themselves. A particular pair seemed to be especially skilled physically, they were quicker and faster than even the animals they came across in the wild. Other pairs found out that they possessed unnatural abilities, such as the control of magic.

During these first decades of existence, the first ten – separated by hundreds of miles from one another – led a peaceful existence. And because peace and life go hand in hand, soon enough many others were born. It was around this time when the calm lives of humans were shaken for the first time. Just like the flood that created life, came the storm that caused death. For one hundred days and one hundred nights, rain fell on the continent, and wind blew so powerfully that many of the villages built by the tribes were erased from the face of the earth, as if they had never been constructed. By the end of the storm, much had changed.

The place the humans had once called home looked like a foreign land to them, filled with the perils that ignorance often brought along. It felt as if they had awakened in a different world, for large and powerful creatures roamed the lands once owned by them. 

The rise of the Sapiens

Mankind hid from the beasts in valleys, or caves, but on the last day of the winter’s solstice – an event celebrated by mankind all over the continent – success turned to failure. Suddenly, a powerful yet distant sound was heard by one of the tribes. However, it took more for these particular humans, known as “the sapiens”, to halt their festivities. They heard another sound, this time closer, but after a brief hesitation the singing started once again.

This last one shook the earth itself.

Thousands of small rocks seemed to have levitated as the ground trembled. Silence. Over a large hill located at the end of the region where the sapiens lived, two red wings – as if they were made out of fire – appeared. In seconds, the songs of the humans quickly turned into screams as the dragon propelled itself in their direction. Only a few men and women stood their ground, weapons in hand. As the beast approached them, dozens of spears flew across the red sky and most bounced off the hard skin of the dragon, as if they were afraid of it.

Without hesitation, the daughter of the tribe’s village, Tiral, led the charge. She sent the archers to the mountains that surrounded the valley in which the village was located, and used her group to draw the dragon’s attention. He followed them, destroying the village with his body, forcing many to retreat. In seconds, the archers fired the first volley - that did little more than get the beast’s attention - but it bought time for Tiral’s group to reposition. The game of cat and mouse took three days. On the third, the large body of the dragon slammed on the ground creating a crater right next to the destroyed village. However, it was not dead. 

Tiral cared for the beast in secret, not letting the other men and women from the village kill the already dying dragon. She quickly developed a bond with the creature that all others were suspicious of. For many months, Tiral was considered a fool, a “girl that was playing with death itself”. One day the village shook once more. Desperation took over and not a single tired soul picked up a weapon, they closed their eyes and accepted their fate. However, death did not come for them.

On the back of the red dragon was Tiral, clinging on to its scales, and commanding it where to go. From that point on, she and her dragon defended the village from other creatures that roamed the lands. They flew all over the continent and found other towns and villages that were in dire need of help. Along with her winged companion, that seemed to burn the sky as he flew, she brought her weapon - a long wooden spear with a sharp bone tied to its end – a memory from a former bounty. With fire that rained from above as cover, she ran across the open lands eyeing the beasts that surrounded the villages. Tiral’s unparalleled speed surprised the other humans; most creatures hit the ground before they had the chance to move. And as the number of attackers dwindled, the others joined the fight, inspired by her relentlessness.

War, war never changes...

From that point on, every tribe started taming beasts. At first, this made for great advances in the way most humans led their lives, enabling different agricultural techniques, or creating new ways to protect the villages. Nevertheless, as it usually happens, it was quickly corrupted by the desire for power. Taming beasts meant controlling the land, and there were those that had the desire to do so. Tiral tried unifying the tribes, but greed was too mighty of an adversary. It did not start as a war; small disagreements occurred between members of different groups. When some tribes began crossing borders as a way to hunt or tame beasts outside of their territories, that is when the struggle escalated. It was the Georgicus’ tribe that dealt the first blow.

Until then, these smaller and weaker humans had stayed in the jungles of the continent, for they could not match the strength or agility of the other tribes. However, as their knowledge of magic increased, so did their confidence. All other tribes responded with force, except for the healers of the desert, the Ergasters, that managed to avoid the conflict for the first few years. Thousands of humans from different tribes now march against one another over the distant sounds of battle drums. Hundreds of beasts are at their sides, or over their heads. It is about to begin.