SEABORNE

The men of Seaborne were not always so dignified.

Once they were a band of savage Hill Tribes dotted across the northern belt of the Strip and on to Southern Hill and beyond. After the Dursaf there were many groups like them who wandered the lands calling none home and no man Lord. This of course caused much strife in the high seats of the realms, and it was Nasil Hearth, Duke of the Ash Strip, who eventually sought to exact a price from the tribes. He sent his son to parley with them, asking them to swear him fealty and pay him their dues, though the tribes would not agree, and in a dark act, calling on dark favours, the Ash Strip allied itself with Druid Wood and Southern Hill to rid their lands of the nomads. The war was short lived, as hunting tools are no use against weapons of warfare. They found themselves trapped against the sea with the three armies marching on the horizon, and in a valiant stand, a group of two-hundred hunters met them in battle. The skirmish was so quaint that no scholar has brought themselves to name it, though not a single hunter survived. Their efforts, however, gave the other tribesmen a chance. Diving into the frostbitten waters of the Grey Channel, they swam with their wives and their children like rats. Many died among the waves but those who survived found themselves on the shores of a new home. Elves lived on that island in the mists. They belonged to a port town called Llansal which later became known as Elvenshore, and then Evenshore when the Elledjhon came to power. And it was they who named the survivors Llanbereth which translates to Sea Born in decent speech; and thus the name stuck. Within a generation the Seaborne rose to power and became dignified in the light of the elves. They became great seafarers, building vast ships for long voyages beyond the horizon, a feat that none on Ronga had since achieved. Some say that this meeting put the Seaborne at an advantage; they became great shipwrights, builders, and craftsmen. But what is certain is that the hillsmen died that day, and the Seaborne clambered out of the Channel. Though they did not forget their origin, and held a great grudge against all those from the mainland. The coasts became theirs, small fishing boats from the Strip fled at the sight of their ships. Those who did not sail fast enough were made to swim home as their cargo was seized and their boats put to the torch. A great reminder of the hardship they had endured, and any who survived the swim were welcomed into their ranks if ever they passed by again. It wasn’t until more recent times, since the Elledjhon’s unity, that a peace was sought, as uneasy as it might be. All Glens stand together now, beneath the banner of our one home, Glendan, and our one king, the Elledjhon.