A Recounting of The Ongmund Explosion and the Great Divide
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This document is ICly completed, but not OOCly written yet. I will release it bit by bit, as I write it.
| Author: | Dart Eriseiken. |
| Subtitle: | The story of a soldier returning to a ruined homeland. |
| Language: | Common, Elven. |
| Document Type: | Book. |
| Genre: | Historical. |
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OOC Details
Explaination of the document itself
A Recounting of The Ongmund Explosion and the Great Divide is a book written ICly by Dart Eriseiken some time after the actual occurance of the events. It is a book of what Dart saw and experienced as he and a crew went through the ravaged land of the once great Imperial Dalmar. Dart was a Dalmarite soldier, fighting on the North Eastern continent (Valikorlia), who was returning back to Dalmar on a ship, at the time of the explosion. They were very close, and thus were some of the first to arrive to the destroyed Dalmar. It is somewhat of a journal.
IC availibility of the document
This book is widely available to the public, pending it's exclusive sale only on the trade-ship the Maverick.
The Document
Preface
A note to all readers: If you are looking to this book to tell you what caused the explosion of Dalmar, you hold the wrong book. This is merely my personal recounting of the aftermath of the explosion. Some pieces of information documented here have been given to me by others that were on the ship with me.
The purpose of writing this book is to let the public know of the destruction that occurred that day, and the devastation that I and my comrades found in our excursions thereafter. Together we, all on that ship, travelled the ruined landscape for weeks, looking for survivors. We found few, but I'll elaborate on that in later chapters.
In memoriam to those men, women, and children that lost their lives in the explosion, and to it's wake.
Dedicated to the few survivors we found, and to any and all remaining Dalmarites left in Kharlia who are struggling to survive. This book is written for you.
Prologue
It was a calm day on the sea. I and a group of other soldiers had been on the campaign for some time now. The war with Valikorlia had gotten tense, and even so, some were allowed to return home to guard the home front, while other reinforcements were sent to the front lines in our place. Among us were several severely injured soldiers and some rescued prisoners. It was to be quick trip home, to drop us off, and reload with supplies and fresh soldiers, naught but a routine ship ride. If only that were the case, for as the shore came within view from the crow's nest, there was a great rumbling in the earth. The seas shook and the ground roared. The explosion was immense, the sound deafening and the light blinding.
There was a panic among the soldiers and the crew of the ship, as we struggled to decipher what had occurred. As we slowly came to the realization of what had happened, we were in a mad rush to make port...or even just to make it to shore. Many of the crew and soldiers had family bunkering down in Selnic, or the capital city. They all, understandably, wanted to check in on them.
As soon as we were close enough to deploy any smaller craft, lifeboats, dingys, or what have you, the ship dropped anchor, and everyone loaded into the small craft, and begun rowing wildly to shore. We could all see the smoke rising from the land.
We rowed in silence. No man among us having the heart to speak, out of respect for what we knew to be our fallen comrades. Grown men who were trained soldiers even let a few tears go. None of us could stifle it, yet we were entirely silent. Silent for what we knew we'd find. Silent...for what we knew we wouldn't.
