Post by Insidius on Nov 14, 2008 2:39:08 GMT -7
The history of Misst is a long one, for it is an old land. However, that history is shrouded in myth, legend, twisted truth and many, many falsehoods. Much as the land itself is masked and hidden from all but the most determined and resourceful seeker.
The reason for this cloaked history is due to the written word being a talent that few in the land of Misst possess, and fewer still have bothered to refine their skill in. Many thieves, charlatans and con-men have used this deficit of knowledge to their advantage through the ages. Those who have refined their skill have been commissioned by the Council of the Thirteen to rectify this shortage of written history to help protect the gullible and slow-witted in the land of Misst. My name is Irnelast and this will be my contribution to that goal.
The land of Misst is a divided land; divided by right and wrong, good and evil, the haves and the have-nots. But it is also a land united, brought together by a common need. The need for light. Not light as in the struggle between Darkness and Lightness, but actual sunlight. While Misst is not an underground land, it is as devoid of light as a shallow cave during dusk or dawn. The residents of Misst are unable to see five steps in front of or behind them without assistance even during the brightest sunshine. This lack of light is due to the ever-present fog that has descended upon our land.
Like all else in Misst that lacks a verifiable firsthand account, the origins of that fog are lost somewhere between myth and legend. All Misstians have their theories about the origins of the fog. These theories range from the highly absurd to the quite plausible. And I am no exception to that. Most have wisely chosen not to pursue their theories, but an alarming number have. And I say alarming, because very few who have ventured forth on that quest have returned sane...
The reason for this cloaked history is due to the written word being a talent that few in the land of Misst possess, and fewer still have bothered to refine their skill in. Many thieves, charlatans and con-men have used this deficit of knowledge to their advantage through the ages. Those who have refined their skill have been commissioned by the Council of the Thirteen to rectify this shortage of written history to help protect the gullible and slow-witted in the land of Misst. My name is Irnelast and this will be my contribution to that goal.
The land of Misst is a divided land; divided by right and wrong, good and evil, the haves and the have-nots. But it is also a land united, brought together by a common need. The need for light. Not light as in the struggle between Darkness and Lightness, but actual sunlight. While Misst is not an underground land, it is as devoid of light as a shallow cave during dusk or dawn. The residents of Misst are unable to see five steps in front of or behind them without assistance even during the brightest sunshine. This lack of light is due to the ever-present fog that has descended upon our land.
Like all else in Misst that lacks a verifiable firsthand account, the origins of that fog are lost somewhere between myth and legend. All Misstians have their theories about the origins of the fog. These theories range from the highly absurd to the quite plausible. And I am no exception to that. Most have wisely chosen not to pursue their theories, but an alarming number have. And I say alarming, because very few who have ventured forth on that quest have returned sane...