NOTE: this is written as if by a character within the story.
The earliest days of Ibvail are shrouded in myth. The first records are the Stones of the Path, which were written by the gods themselves. They tell of a dark time in which humans were no more than beasts. They made rough dwellings out of branches, caves, and holes in the ground. They were Pathless heathens, barely human at all. The gods raised us out of that darkness and gave us the first teaching of the Path: All life is sacred.
For many years, the gods sheltered the races of Ibvail and provided for them. They built a great city with their knowledge and gathered humans to it. This city was the Holy City of Ohmlaur, and it remains holy even now. The young peoples of our nation flocked to the city for learning and worship and to look upon the gods that protected them. There was a woman who came to the city and took up work there as an acolyte to the gods. Father Simea fell in love with this woman, and together they made a child.
When the child was born, it was with the mark of the Golden Moon. Father Simea marveled at the boy and knew that it would soon be time for he and his family to retreat, that his son would lead the people into glory. As the boy grew, Father Simea taught him and told him of the good he would do and when the boy came of age, the gods departed. Where they went no one knows, for it was not recorded. The child became the first king of Ibvail.
The first command given by the King was to construct a new city from which he could rule. Through his dreams he was led to a bay in the north and there he and his loyal followers began work. They used their magics to hasten the task, but even so it took a lifetime to complete, and the children of the first workers were grown and dead before it was finished. And yet, if these stories are to be believed, the Kind was young still, blessed with the blood of a god. He christened the city Rusla, capital of his kingdom.
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