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Southern (Freimarkan) Cubism [Part 1 / 2]
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Nearly eleven hundred years ago a nobleman by the name of Sendz Kelbrik from the capital of the Fierite Rejvik in the Machtik isles (present-day city of Fier in Fier, Freimark, Uvamark) went on a great journey, father north than any in Machtika had gone before, far into the Nortsie (North Sea) and beyond in to the strange and faraway lands of Ubarmark (Land Beyond). On his four year journey he encountered many wonders of the world that were previously unknown to his people. He saw incredible forests thicker than the sea, mountains twice the height of those down in the isles in great ranges that appeared to go on forever, but most important of all was his discovery of other peoples.

The world was not so empty and devoid of civilization as his people once thought. There were single cities more grand than any in the islands, with population to rival that of an entire tribe in the south. From harbour to harbour he sailed, finding his ship with which he had before considered to quite possibly be the grandest in the world to be no more than a mere rowboat in comparison to the vastness of some vessels he saw at port. He encountered many strange peoples, speaking an incredible variety of tongues from an even greater assortment of cultures. The strangest lands he had before been to were the colonies in Dalmark, yet even they with their strange Odmarkan influences came nowhere close to the almost alien-like presence of some peoples he encountered.

On many ports he was ignored, passed by and seen as a strange foreign man from some uncivilized backwater. He could not understand their language, nor could they his own. His money was worthless as his resources began to rot. He began to grow hopeless and despair. He was afraid that he would never again be able to return to his home down in Machtika.

However, this would not stand. Finally he came upon a port so ancient he thought perhaps it was built before even the first ones came from the western sea. It was not as grand as some ports he had seen before, nor even as luxurious or prosperous, yet there was a certain air about the place that felt almost divine. As he wondered through the city he saw many strange sights. Where in the other cities he had visited the streets were loud and bustling there were but a few quiet walkers along these roads. People were seated on benches, on the lip of fountains and at the base of statues--not talking, but pressing their hands together and staying deadly still.

Suddenly he heard a ring thunderous and beautiful flow through the city, seemingly bringing it to life. People began to dance and chant, singing in words that, while incomprehensible, were undoubtedly joyous in nature. The city had at once become a scene of merriment. As he began to walk away from this strange site he was approached by an elderly man in white robes with gilded, intricate designs covering its exterior. The man beckoned Kelbrik forward and led him to a great building. So great in fact was its sheer size that Kelbrik nearly fell upon the floor in astonishment. It was this building where he would learn the ways of the Aurielite Cubism of the ancient days.

After many months Kelbirk was sent back by the patriarch of the city to inform the Machtik people of the ways of the gods. It would be his design to spread the glory of the cubist church to his barbaric home and bring it up to par with the glories he had seen in the world beyond. When he returned however, his design was not so well received. He was cast out of his birth tribe and forced to migrate to the great tribe of the Sierik Union where he might find a peaceful residence to spread the true faith. His efforts would not go in vain.

By the time of his death in the year 965 he had converted a majority of the peasantry upon the Isle Fortein, and many pockets of cubists lay in the other isles. His death at the hands of a Nolstrian militiaman would mark the beginning of the cubist revolution. The people rose up in religious fervor to overthrow the tribal governments of old to establish new, ordained holy cubist states and kingdoms.

To Be Continued

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