Ara’Aden – The first king and greatest son of Arania, he who led the first of Arania’s people to the river where they would create the greatest and most shining nation that has graced Shinma. Born from the mother of a dragon, with a coat of silver scales, Ara’Aden was a warrior born, and carved out a kingdom for the humans that he led. Through his cunning and guile, Ara’Aden managed to cause a nation to destroy itself from within, which led to the growth of Arania through the annexation of the smaller lands that came from the destruction of the other nation.
Valesath – In the earliest days of the kingdom of Arania there was the empire of Valesath. This nation was so vast that it covered the lands that would become Wynaria near the coast, up through the floodplain that would become Arania. The size of the nation was one of its greatest areas of concern, as it could field quite an army. It began to become afraid of the growing might of Arania and raiders began to make forays upon her lands. To combat this, King Ara’dien II spread rumors throughout the land of the misdeeds of the king and of his brutality and cruelty. Rebellions cropped up in multiple lands of the Empire, until, due to the king’s guile and mastery of strategy, the empire tore itself apart. In the aftermath, the noble and mighty king of Arania brought culture and civility to the splintered nation.
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Thirteen ghostly tales of haunted Wynaria By Alon the Macabre
Wynaria is by day a beautiful city, is it not readers? Its beautiful white buildings and flowing tree's on a sunny day with a nice breeze makes the city's streets a wonderous place to stroll and shop. But the citys history is bloody, and gruesome. When the night falls some of those secrets walk the streets alone and perhaps you may meet them and become a tale for my next book! Rest assured dear reader every story you read on our fair story is entirely true.
The Wailing Madame
The Redmonde House was a four-story building of lime and timber and red brick on Willow Street, off Gate road in the gate district which burned down in 1931 and the Three Helping's Restaurant now sits on the former site. Redmonde was a house of ill repute, which ironically had a very high reputation. Many came to its wooden big hall, which had a dark red thick carpet in search of women and its winding corridors was a maze of levels, floors and rooms interacting at a random design. Running this was Madam Jeary a tall woman of over six feet in a thin red dress and dark red hair. Strict, but kind to her "girls" she would roam the wooden maze, and take care of her girls or customers alike.
She ran this house for two decades when a girl came to her door in the night, cold, wet crying. Perhaps she came off a ship, or escaped from an abusive father but Madam Jeary asked no questions and took in the girl. The girl, Katie, a young woman with brown hair and brown eyes did not take to the strict nature of the Madam well, and became paranoid and angry. She would hurt clients, shout at the other girls and yet Jeary would never abandon the girl and that would be her downfall.
It was a busy morning, the early hours on the day of Firemorn Madam jeary was at the top of the large winding wooden stairs, crowds passing, house full of noise, drinking and smoking as the city around it slept in the dark when Katie, pushed by her paranoia rushed screaming and howling like a wearwolf gone mad, with a dagger from the kitchen towards jeary and stabbed her violently in the back, and then the back of neck. Jeary did not die at once, no. As several men held Katie back Jeary lay gasping in her own blood until he expired. Katie, obviously guilty was hung by two days end and many went on with life as people do when events happened in the early house of the morning.
Clients was terrified when they heard from outside the rooms the most hideous wail and cry, a cry that scared them yet forced them to see its source and yet none was present. This went on and on for many nights and people stopped visting the house as often, which did not deter the spirit who many believed to be Jeary. Doubt was removed when she was seen, her body in half-faded smoke, falling down the stairs crying and screaming, not as she had but seemingly angry at someone.
Jearys spirit was seen by patrons for many years until the house burned down, but several people have complained that Three Helping's Restaurant has a woman inside in obvious distress and they can hear a horrifying scream and wail.
Maid of the Road For the love of the gods Help! is a cry one can hear on the dark nights on the main road outside East Gate, when lamps ill light the road and the smell of the massing dew hits the air. Once, it is said in the 1870s a girl but of seventeen summers with blonde curly hair and simple dress one would have on a farm would visit the graveyard off Eastgate Road. Some have said to visit her family but recent tales say to see her lost father.
She would walk in odd hours and return to the city, but one day something unknown attacked her. She screamed "For the love of the gods Help!" as she ran down the main road to Eastgate, mist in the way and tree's blocking the view around her like a cloak, as she was scared and breathless, she fell and screamed again for help.
The curious tale asks why the city guards on watch did not come? Did they fall asleep, or hide from her attackers? Or perhaps bribed. The truth is now history but she fell, and was torn and grabbed at until her attacks ripped her apart as she screamed. The city was horrified and questions asked, but news of the time quickly passed over and people forgot until a merchant on the road came to the city white as Aranian marble, claiming to see a woman running on the road. She screamed in sheer terror, he said and was ripped apart by something unseen infront of his eyes! But she faded as a burned-out candle. Some dismissed this, but the girl was seen again some months later by a guardsman. the screaming girl can be seen to this day, it is claimed on dark misty nights where few walk the road.
Monks Mystery Maps of the city are not easy to find of a old date but scholars say on the site of Wynhold's castle in the castle district once stood a monastery to Memnos, burned and destroyed by Aranian forces. This would normally not be a issue but the lower levels of the castle, once dungeons, before purpose-built Saltwash Correctional Facility, was built in the Gate District the lower levels became storage for administrative files. The clerks rarely venture down here and no light comes threw as no windows can be found, the grey stone walls and vaulted roof winds down into dark unlit corridors and dark rooms, where lone clerks step with lanterns rarely seeing another soul. But some do see other souls, just not in bodies! Monks of grey robes, have been seen walking threw the walls of the dungeon, not paying heed to people, calls or walls. Chanting, they walk, and vanish into the far north wall. These monks have been seen by many clerks over many decades and it seems they still pay vigil to there monastery and perhaps always will.
The Demon Hound In Northrun likes school street. Once in the 1820s a man named Edgar Tralice lived here. A Middling merchant he ran Tralice Emporium out of what is now Fan-tab-oulas Clothing on peoples road at Wyn's Parade. The house he lived in on school street still stands (now a private residence, please don't tresspass!) and had three basements, legend says. In the deepest third he kept three large, feral, savage dogs. People who failed him, people who crossed him would be fed to the dogs.
Edgar would die by his own dogs ripped and savaged. How this would happen is a source of stories in itself, one account is of his wail Freyla who pushed him down, unable to cope with his cruelty another account is he fell in trying to watch his latest victim die.One would assume the terror had ended, but it had not. The dogs was left in the basement and they ate eachother, until they all perished.
Soon after in the midnight on the street outside several people openly saw a shadow-formed dog of black and red vapors, as tall as a man and with eyes glowing dark demonic red. It howled, but the howl was like twenty men screaming in agony. One of the witnesses dropped dead the next morning with little cause.
The dog has been seen prowling the roads some nights, some claim to see more than one but when anyone sees the demon hound someone always dies.
The Hangman Judge Between Gate District and Wyn's Parade is the old Justice court, a small courtyard in a residential area often gated off. A manor house sticks out more than others in the square, literally, sticking out into the street as if to say how important I am. Three stories high and dark stone, many call this the dead mans mansion. In the early 1900's Judge Arious Argo sat on the court bench.
He loved getting the worst of the city criminals, a man with black and white frenzied hair he would shout with hate and bile to nearly all who came before him "Guilty" and "Hung until dead!" with the tree on Wyn's Parade being the tree criminals of the time was hung from. Everyone feared Judge Argo, a man living on nothing but hate and disgust of the criminals he got joy from sending to death. After his own death many feared moving into his former home (now a private residence, please don't trespass!).
The first man was a merchant, who many believed got his fortune from ill-gotten means, but a week the merchant, Oscar Bailey, 46, was found hung in the old justice courts tree that sits in the middle of the square, none saw who did it. Two other people have been found hung here who lived in Dead Man's Mansion and now only those without criminal intent have dared venture into its dark halls.
Last Edit: Oct 21, 2022 8:44:00 GMT -5 by Scorchys
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