Ancient History

Long ago, the Shasu people were nomads. They eked out a harsh existence among the unending desert sands. It was a tough and strict livelihood, but a fair and honorable one, a rewarding one.

Guided by the great hero Sarka, they found a place that didn’t change: An oasis with an abundance all year round, one that was somehow fertile enough to grow crops in too! They, naturally, settled around this, setting up their tents and celebrating day and night as their luck had turned around.

Over time, the tribe grew. Outsiders came and saw how well the land took care of the people and joined with them.. It started as a small village, then a town, and soon Sarkada grew into a grand city. Walls for defense, a magnificent palace for the founding family, things were truly beautiful.

But they weren’t perfect, the city had stretched the limit of what the oasis could provide. People started to go hungry, and having land around the oasis became more and more valuable. The ones who owned it were given status because they produced the food, elevated beyond simple farmers. Crime, slowly, started to rise: thievery, murder, even darker things that one dare not mention lest it becomes reality.

The ruling family, now royalty, were split on a solution. It had reached a breaking point, enough that a response was required from the royals. Some of them wanted to keep laws lax and add more support structures around the city, something to help these poor souls get out of their hardship. Others wanted to strengthen the laws and make it all the more severe if one got caught.

As it happens with such politics, a fight broke out. Not a true civil war, but a quiet rebellion, a coup designed to usurp power and take it over finally. It was swift, it was decisive, and within the span of a single week, King Gilgamesh had managed to wrest control of the land from the rest of the royal family in a violent coup led by the Houses of Sarkada.

The remnants of the rebellion fled, the court ravaged, and quite a few of the royal family fled along with their courtiers and their followers. They fled from the desert entirely, a journey fraught with hardship and suffering. But somehow, through some miracle they escaped their pursuers, survived the wilderness into the mountains where they could survive and regrow.

Both sides grew over time, the city’s strict policies, rules and codes helped solve the shortages, calling back to harsh nomadic traditions, suppressed dissent, quashed criminals and while brutal, helped the city grow more grand. Meanwhile, the rebel’s court grew from a few tents, to a keep and a small town, now known as the Silver Hold, attracting its own immigrants and peoples, for now, things were peaceful.