Kazzaran's Valley

by Fallynde “The Wrecker” Dankil of the 71st
Since he’s learned to speak Common, Liblub has become an invaluable source of information about the world beyond Hardholme: Kazzaran’s Valley.

Long ago, the Masters of this world world worshiped Kazzaran, the wolf-dragon painted and carved in and on the Temples scattered throughout the area. In their attempts to make the perfect race for Kazzaran, they created the Hyla, the Psora, the Canar, and the Nartox. These races were slaves to the Masters, and built the temples to Kazzaran. As time went on, the Masters had begun to worship “something else,” as Liblub put it.

When the Masters disappeared, the Blue, Green, and Red Hyla went to war over who should be the rightful leaders. According to Liblub, the Blue were favored in the Masters’ eyes for their adaptability (a trait that has made it incredibly easy for Liblub to learn fluent Common in such a short amount of time). The Green were trained in magic and used this against the other tribes before eventually withdrawing into seclusion. The Red, physically mighty, saw this as the perfect opportunity to take over. These attempts were unsuccessful and led to their territorial ways.

Without the protection of the Masters, the other races went into hiding. The Psora, flying creatures with excellent scavenging skills, hid away in the smoking mountains to the northwest. The Canar, the dog-centaur, mimic-beings our party has encountered twice now, made the Eastern Forest their home. (The Hyla never go into the Eastern Forest.) The Nartox, the small purple people who inhabit the Temple on the Mount, separated into smaller tribes and took over the various temples for their own purposes.

When Liblub set forth on his fateful journey to the Temple on the Mount, he did so to kill Nartox, which are universally hated by all three Hyla tribes. He’d hoped to return home a great warrior and maybe a uniter of their collective Hylian cause. Unfortunately, that tribe of Nartox took him captive, along with others, including Sir Reznor of the Silver Flame. They were kept alive for decades while tortured.

It is interesting that the history of this land includes a race of beings who created each of these strange-to-us races. On our exploration of the Temple of the East*, we were horrified to find cages filled with horribly disfigured, golem-like, hybrid creatures. This leaves me to wonder if the giant, purple monster we encountered at the temple and his underlings were attempting to make the perfect race for Kazzaran, like their Masters before them. Their results were gruesome, so I hope we’ve put an end to that venture (though I doubt we have).

* Those who were present on this trip to the Temple of the East: Aequitus, Aurelae, Buckler, Fallynde, and Fitz of the 71st, and Rael of the 70th