This is the history of Silverstream, the city where my mini-campaign in Boulder will be based. Silverstream/Augnagar is part of Meier, the world I used for my piratey campaign. Little if any of this particular story is likely to become relevant in gameplay, but it was fun to write in midair somewhere above the western US.
In the Dark Age after the Gideon Empire fell, all peoples warred with one another. The fledgeling nation of Lasant grew in territory and power, but one foe it could never quite vanquish: the wicked country of Gomdar. Now the Gomdarites were a barbarous people, who practiced such abominations as demon worship and child sacrifice. They even proudly claimed to have a fiendish heritage, selecting the most evil and ruthless among them to lead their cities.
In war, the Gomdarites fought destructively, ruthlessly, and cunningly. They had surprisingly little interest in expansion. Instead, they called upon dark and nameless powers to lay the lands around them to waste.
Gomdar stymied Lasant for many years. Their border stronghold they called Augnagar. Situated on the Tiger River, Augnagar withstood many sieges over the years without one being taken.
Indeed, Augnagar stood right up until
the signing of the great Pact, which brought about a new age (and a new calendar era for the Occident). That Pact divided the continent up among the four great powers: Arcland, Gard, Urst, and of course, Lasant.
Gomdar was a far too small and barbarous nation to be part of the Pact. Instead, the superpowers decided to give its land to Arcland (although it laid on the border between Arcland and Lasant). All four nations, allies at the time, agreed to put this plan into effect.
Gomdar was hopelessly crushed, of course. But the fortress city of Augnagar stood longest.
A half-demon named Xame rallied the city’s defense, with a flaming balor-whip in hand. He called forth countless blasphemies against the combined invaders, to no avail. He would have fought to his last unholy breath to keep the city. His people, the last Gomdarites, forsook him. In a city-wide vote thy decided to surrender to Lasant, rather than await almost certain death at the hands of the merciless Arcish.
Xame burned with fury. He went down to the Tiger River, the only source of water for his people, and calling on his foul heritage, he spilled his own burning blood into the water. Then he watched as the corrupted water twisted his people.
When Lasani soldiers arrived to accept the city’s surrender, half it’s population had been transformed into demonkin. The Lasani would have burnt the city to the ground, demons and innocents alike, were it not for the divine intervention of Vym*, patron goddess of Lasant and ancestor to the Lasani ruling family. Her holy power destroyed the twisted victims of Xame’s scheme. Then she turned her attention to Xame himself.
The two battled for six days and nights before she at last dealt the mortal blow to the fiend. As he fell back into the Infinite Abyss, Xame lashed out with his flaming balor-whip. It drew a single drop of blood from the goddess before falling to earth. Its handle landed in the Tiger River, and its miles of length blazed a crack in the land.
Rather than restore her holy blood to her body, Vym in her mercy blessed the spot where it fell. A wellspring of holy water bubbled up, and flowed down the crevice formed by the whip until it mingled with the waters of the Tiger.
To this day, the waters of the Tiger are bitter and dark. Until, that is, the point where the spring-fed Mercy River feeds it. The sweet water mixes with the bitter, and the silver rapids downstream are perfectly drinkable. The merged river shares a name with the city rebuilt by the Lasani: Silverstream.
* Those with training or knowledge of religion will know that Vym is no true goddess, but merely a fiction of the ruling Vym family of Lasant to legitimize their rule. Theologians are split on whether the deity from this particular tale is really Sarenrae, Aroden or someone else. Xame was definitely real.