SVAJONE RP

Legends had told, as far back as anyone could remember, of an island somewhere in the vast ocean. They called it Álmos, and those who knew the ancient name would reel back in fear when it was spoken, for the island - or so they said - was ruled by wolves.

It is said that Svajone does not exist -

that it was merely a figment of the imagination of any adventurer too proud to return home having not discovered a new land. It was an old wives tale, a story to frighten children into good behaviour.

Legends had told, as far back as anyone could remember, of an island somewhere in the vast ocean. They called it Álmos, and those who knew the ancient name would reel back in fear when it was spoken, for the island - or so they said - was ruled by wolves.

On Álmos the creatures were divine, revered by the humans who lived there. Those humans feared that the wolves harboured godly powers, and so to appease their fury and continue to live in relative peace, human sacrifices were habitually offered to the wolves of the island.

The wolves, for their part, grew lazy and entitled. It was common knowledge among their kind that they were seen as immortals - gods and goddesses who deserved only the finest meal the island had to offer them. Prey was treated as man treats dirt, only ever hunted in dire situations or scarce winters. The wolves grew fond of the taste of human blood, and were content to bask in the worship of the island-folk.

Such a custom could not continue forever. No-one knows the truth of it - perhaps a human sickness, or an overzealous Alpha - but eventually, the human population of the island dwindled to nothing. No longer worshipped and adored, the wolves were forced to re-adjust, to learn once more how to be the true wolf nature intended them to be - to work together, to hunt their own prey, to live in harmony with the earth around them.

There had been a great deal of unrest when the sacrifices stopped coming, sending ripples of fear through the wolves of Álmos. They had existed as one pack, one unit, for as long as their history allowed, and the disappearance of their main food source split them. Half the population believed this was a sign they could not ignore - that returning to the natural life of a wolf was their only path - while the others were disgusted and affronted by the idea. Still, even those were forced to hunt for themselves or perish, when the humans finally vanished completely.

Thus the island returned to stories and tales,

it’s existence wiped from history. It remained unheard of, until Soren Svajone and his crew set sail to discover the mysterious land and reclaim the island that none believed existed. Upon finding it, he sent word home, and renamed the island after himself - Svajone.

People were eager for him to return with tales of his findings, and exhibits for museums and shows, but Soren Svajone never did return to the mainlands, and neither did a single member of his crew. They, much like the island itself, vanished.

Svajone’s arrival had sparked the rise of an opportunistic young leader named Malaysia. Manipulative and clever, she captured the imaginations of those who revered the Ancient Way, spinning tales of her own magical abilities, and her plans to return humankind to the island once more. Seeing Svajone’s arrival as fortuitous, she established her reign by sacrificing him - and all of his crew members - to the pack that she now led.

She and her followers took control of the North of Svajone, quickly making enemies of the rest of the population, who remained peacefully in the South. The news of another seven sacrifices displeased them. They had no religion to bind them and nothing to take away their independency, a thing they had come to revere and enjoy.

Malaysia’s pack came to call the peacekeepers ‘Tündes’ - a swift insult in Álmosian language. In retaliation to this insult, the Tündes referred to Malaysia’s pack as ‘Kols’ - an ancient reference to the darkness they revere.

Years later, the island has suffered yet more divisions. Peace seems like a distant memory, and the future remains uncertain. Where will your story lead you?

Welcome to the Dreaming Isle...

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