Legends and Myths of Erâth: The Voyage of Barthòl

Lord Barthòl was born to privilege in a time of hunger above the port town of Hálmeth, and grew up seeing the poverty around him and could do nothing. His father, Lord Barthòlith, was not a kind man, either to his folk or his family, and while the lord family of Hálmeth wanted for nothing, the same could not said of the people in the town below.

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Legends and Myths of Erâth: Daevàr’s Travels

After the fall of the First Age, a great time of Darkness came upon Erâth. For many centuries the men of Erâth lived poorly, always at the mercy of the beasts and other creatures that the Duithèn set upon them daily. They forgot about their race’s aspirations of Eternity, and forgot the other races of power, and forgot even about the great war that had brought them so low in the first place. Misery and despair became a way of life, and for a thousand years men lived so.

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Legends and Myths of Erâth: The Origin of Namrâth

The First Age of Erâth lasted for many years, and for much of it the world was prosperous. For the first time since the dawn of memory, the race of men was at peace with itself, and with the other races of Erâth, and with the world itself. Although there were many disparate countries, they worked together for the betterment of the world, and so the world was bettered, and grew fast and high.

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