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Istamar – one of Claurains greatest center for trade on sea and land, was officially provided with town privliges in 387 of the second era. Already then, it had become a great crown jewel in the Deghartian Empire in the medieval Claurain. However, the former beautiful and living city, soon started to become overpupulated with new inhabitants. Within the old city walls, the space was too small. A lot of new quarters with a lot of problems started to grew outside the walls of the old town. The simple houses were high, and and a lot of the streets were replaced by water channels, with a lot of traffic in shape of boats. Here, in the darkest levels of society, paralel shadow communities of thieves, murderers and organised gangs, established one by one. The largest group was Snake gang, with a snake on their own banners. They had ther headquarter in the old sistern, inside the sewers underneath the city, organising robbery operations and different actions against local politicians and members of the council.
It didn’t take long before the snake gang owned the whole city and it’s political system, including most of the cooperations. The people’s dissatisfaction with the political corruption and the councils unability to fight crimes and poverty, led to riots in the streets. At the same time, a lot of lords and men and women of the council lived within their castle walls, enriched by the corrupted system. The elite of noble men and the council lived in cymbios with the criminal world and nobody trusted them when they walked on the streets with bodyguards around them. There were brothels in every corner, but also a lot of poverty and unemployment. The once beautiful city of Istamar had become the greatest hold of scum in all of Claurain.
In ancient times, when the northern people worshipped more powerful and cruel gods, there were no temples, no preesthood. The gods of men were not yet discovered. Instead, the nortmen worshiped dragons – proud and beautiful creatures, though they were neither good or merciful. Instead of playing, the people of the cold north were sacrificing their own flesh and blood – men, women and even children, to satisfy the dragons and decrease their anger. The humans were so afraid of the brutality of the powerful dragons, that they sacrificed their beloved sons and daughters, rather than letting the dragons kill them all anyway. Almost never their sacrifices were answered, except that they were alive one more day. Other gods than dragons was titans, living and wandering mountains and creatures of nature.
The shamans called Gorgosh were wise old men who could communicate with the dragons and humans. Vile and greedy old men, but still very trustable. Consumer and deformed by their lifelong pledge to the dragons, those wizards were accepting sacrifices in any form. Gold, sacrificed humen, pigs, weat, cows or chickens. As holy men, they were not alöowed to have sex, get married or eat cooked food. Years of consuming of raw meat from both animals and humans, had made their skin grey and wrinkled. For some reason most of them were blind and their eyes were conpleately white. But they could still see due to their holy bond with the old gods and dragons. What they saw was the naked truth, beyond the influense of culture, politics, norms, lust or ethics that effects normal people’s senses. They could see everything just as it was. They all had shaved head, half naked, only with a loincloth, and they had a lot of piercings. Their skin was covered by patterns looking like tatooes. But it was actually scars they had been carving in with knives, while swearing their oath to the gods.
But how could this cult continue to live on, when they were forbidden to breed new younglings? The answer is simple. Many poor mothers gave their little children to the Gorgosh, in exchange for food, supplies and a living. These children grew up with the old men and were raised as the next generations of Gorgosh. By time, the worship of the old gods faded away, givning place for the new gods of the north – The gods of Heimgard – the gods of men and protector of the north. The Gorgosh guld disappeared, except in the most distans places of the north. When the common families started to get more wealth, the mothers didn’t need to Give their babys to the Gorgosh. In most places, the Gorgosh-cult were forbidden by the more powerful kings of the north. But still some believe not all disapeared. Some might be worshiped in silence. Who knows?
My relationstips to the kurds goes at least three years back in my life. It started on my student prom and have laster ever .I’ve even made a heavy metal albm about their steuggle for freedom. It’s called “Biji Kobane”.
I’ve just started my practice with pastel pencils! This is not very bad for a beginner, eh?
Min pastellträning fortsätter och jag gav mig på en något vågad bild.