When the world was young it was angry, wild, and reckless much as the youth are to this day. In those days storms raged, the ground shook, an d the seas made war with the land. It was a harsh time for our forebearers, everyday was a struggle to stay alive and live to see the next day.
In those days tribes made war with one another in spite of the worlds own hostile intentions. So it was an act of desperation that compelled our forebearers to make the dangerous trek along the bridge of land in search of a better place to live.
The journey was hard, enemies harassed them along the way, the seas swallowed the lands and dragged many to their deaths. The gods sent the winds, the hailstones and lightning. Even the animals moved against us, predator and prey alike struck back and many of our best hunters were dead from tooth, claw, horn, and hoof.
Many began to lose hope as exhaustion and despair took hold, many gave up ceasing their trek to die where they stopped, and no threat or encouragem