Drota’s Bard

The world as we know it has not always been as we know it.  For a rough estimate of six millennia, humanity has walked the world.  If one uses the Bible as a history book, then this story would fall somewhere between the story of the failed tower of Babel and the story of the Hebrew, Abraham in Ur of Chaldea.  If one assumes that the geography of the world always been as it was, then this story would take place near what is now the Baltic Sea.

Bard I, Canto I.

In those days Nedgwar took the throne of Phalcoband.  To the disgrace of tradition in he married Besimine a Caracrass.  The Caracrass were an evil and second-class heathen society that did not worship the Phalco as did the Phalcoband people.  Shortly after the wedding, Drota, welcomed his wife’s people, the Caracrasses to Phalcoband. A famine plagued Caracrass and Drota saw it fit that the inhabitants share its rich and fertile soil.  Nedgwar had prayed that he would finally unite the two nations and made a decree that Caracrass may stay in the land. Instead of peace and harmony the unity caused turmoil and disruption among the people for about a century.

Canto II.

            As the generations moved along, the Caracrass’ number increased greatly.  They began to outnumber the Phalcoband.  Nedgwar’s great-grandson, Nedgwar IV became Drota and took the throne.  Nedgwar IV did not know of Besimine or of her people’s need.  Since he first learned the responsibilities of the Drota, he made his top order of business to drive the Caracrass back to their own land before they become too powerful and seek to destroy the Phalcoband’s land that they inherited from their fathers.  Nedgwar’s son Derisius served as the advisor of the armed forces.  He stood before his father and before the great panel of sandrotos and proclaimed, “The Caracrass have been successfully quarantined and moved the northwest corner of Medryfsi.  Our people may live happily once again, but what shall we do now?”

            “We must not kill all of them at once for shedding so much blood on our soil would upset the gods.” Negwar spoke as to warn his counselors not to celebrate just yet. 

            Some argued, “but who is to pay for the blood of those innocent civilians of our country whom the impure ones killed?”

            “The four men who killed our citizens have been arrested and placed in the dungeon until an execution date is set.” The Drota’s top advisor, Mosendu clarified.  “Let Phalco guide us as his chosen Drota should not make a decision to upset the gods.” 

            “You advise well, Mosendu” Nedgwar says.  “While these men must die let us simply order that the Caracrass must remain in the swamps and tarpits of Medryfsi or they must return to their island across the sea.  What say you to this decree my son?”  Nedgwar addressed his son.  “Let it be as Drota says.” Deriseus nodded hesitantly. 

            “And you, High Advisor?” he addressed Mosendu. 

            “Let it be as Drota says, let each sandroto return to his home county and proclaim to all the cities as the Drota has decreed in the name of Phalco.” Mosendu raised his staff in an angle.  Each sandroto and the Drota raised their hands in likewise manner and responded, “In the name of Phalco,” and the gongio loudly rang from the highest tower so that everyman in the land could hear “Drota has sent a decree.”  The people rejoiced and then the gongio and dulcimers cried out “Long live Drota, Long live his legacy, he knows his servants’ hearts.”

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