The Storm of Ishva
In the vast forests of Trabanus, there exists the three tribes of Ishva.
Although there has been decades of strife, as of recently, they have ceased fighting each other with curses, slander, and the ilk. Well, for the most part.
Being united under a common enemy does wonders, and there is a shred of hope that with their combined power, they can repel the likes of the Arbaloth.
The Arbaloth are terrible beasts, and the mere act of uttering Their name is an unspeakable taboo, for that is the guttural word that They shriek before they eviscerate their prey—it is enemies that they had lacked, as They once had no competition. If even necessary, it is the custom to simply refer to the Arbaloth as “It.”
Few have survived an encounter with it, and they say that although the Arbaloth is as dimunitive and small as a cat—a ludicrous thought—They emanate an aura of ethereal horror, the type that makes them wish to pour hydrofluoric acid on their eyes for the very fact that such beauty exists. Some say They have inky black tentacles, while others say that They have gaping toothed maws. But in reality, they have both, and so much more. Why not?
The foolish ones say that They do not exist, and that They are but lies and myths to control them. After all, they have not seen Them, and if they have not seen Them with their very own eyes, how do they know They exist? But of course, coming from the foolish, it is a most senseless notion to delude yourself into thinking They do not exist.
It is also the most senseless notion that expect the three tribes to actually be peacefully united after centuries of territorial-based struggles. How can they? The people cannot simply stand to forget the lost, the fallen, and the blood that has been spilled. Even though they share the land, the air, and even a language...
The truth is that they have been as divided and hateful as before.
Perhaps you had once hailed from the swamps of Veshna, the caverns of Karabu, or the fields of Nesani.
Perhaps you were a hunter, a healer, or a mentor... or even an Elder Spirit!
An interesting fact about life—and death, too—is that there are infinite possibilities.
How will you deal with that?
