“Our world exists as a barrier between two realms. The first, Artol, a realm of light where loyal servants of Bruun (The First God of Fire) are given access to an eternal paradise after death. The other, Mertol, is a dark realm for the lost and disloyal at the bottom of Mora (the great ocean on the underside of the world). Mertol can only be accessed by entering the black pool in Uurda Lau (Mouth of the World), which rests beneath the great tree Uurda itself. This must be done in the evening, when the water is still.


    There was a time when the path to Mertol remained open, and the savage tribes of Uurda Ela would dance with the lost souls throughout the night. They celebrated the foul spirits even as the stars were extinguished and the waters of Mora poured down on them from the drowned sky. This wicked dance would only cease after the sun chased them back into the earth.


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    The Eastern Plains were uniting under the rule of Bruun, the first God, who manifested not as a single entity, but as the united minds and powers of countless men who move with a shared purpose. The Head of Bruun, the great King Baremna, led the crusade against the heathen barbarians who sought to align themselves with the tribes of Uurda Ela, before turning towards the great forest itself.


    The heathen tribes of Uurda Ela heard of Bruun and turned the forest against him, fearing his divine punishment. Wherever his hands reached, there would only be massive trees decorated with barbs and dangerous plants that poisoned or burned his skin.


    The First God, making use of Baremna’s wisdom, ordered all those who were loyal to bring dry wood and kindling, then build a great fire just outside the forest. All day, the fire raged and licked against the forest, but the wood was far too wet to burn. Baremna, alongside the Hands of Bruun, stood next to the fire, and watched as it grew.


    The sun began to set, and soon it became dark. Still, Bruun waited, patiently feeding the flames.


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    Behind the wall of trees, the forest began to shift, to dance along with the fallen souls that crept out from beneath Uurda. That wicked dance it did every night, with greater and greater intensity, until the water of Mora began pouring from the sky. The flames hissed and and recoiled, but did not fade. Still, Bruun waited, watching intently as the forest wall shifted and arched over the still growing fire.


    As the dance reached its peak, a light shone brilliantly from the base Uurda, casting a shadow on the dark pillar of steam leading to the sky. The trees nearest to the fire had dried, but not ignited. Soon, they would run low on fuel and the dance would slow. Their chance would be missed.


    Baremna defiantly approached the flames, unbothered by its intensity, and speaking with the voice of Bruun, commanded it to advance and consume the evil at the heart of Uurda Ela - to consume Uurda. In response, the fire twisted and curled, then reached out toward the forest and began crawling away from its ashen bed.


    The flames, guided by the voice of Bruun, touched against the bark of the nearest tree. Its claws sunk deep into the wooden flesh, the wound hissing as black streaks spread like an infection across its surface. The tree erupted and was rapidly consumed.


    The forest itself recoiled, the roots tearing out of the earth to strike at Bruun’s divine judgement to no avail. The heathen tribes, having grown complacent behind their fortification, were thrown into chaos. The Voice of Bruun carved a path towards Uurda, granting his hands passage as they cleansed the forest of the evil that festered there.


    The Voice of Bruun was challenged only by Uurda itself, which did not relent to its flames. Even as it burned - the bark charred and curling, its leaves reduced to smoke - the mighty tree never faltered.


    Around this eternal flame, Bruun erected Mora Dak (Mora’s Gate, an open tower), purifying the water of Mora on its path to the skies.


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    Surrounding Mora Dak is the city of Baremnan, named after the first Head of Bruun.


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    <li>History of the Bruuni Empire, Volume 1; dated y203; written by Bruuni historian Borinan; interpreted and translated to the common tongue by the Parodian Ministry of Records [y3014 m4]</li>


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    Translation Notes: The Bruuni Empire kept many records, but these can not be determined as entirely factual as few other sources survived this period.