WARNING: Flashing lights, fire I literally dreamed about this character and I decided to make her real. WARNING: VERY BORING LONG STORY ABOUT EMBER ITS ALSO DARK AND SAD READ AT YOUR OWN RISK This is Ember (yes very unique name I'm so original) She is from a tribe of Mesyfalians, some natives of Siraris. She grew up as a trades woman and fisherwoman, because she lived on islands far south where the trade ships sometimes came in and the fish were abundant. She would deal with the occasional traders from across the Rift (the Rift is a ocean trench that often is stormy and not a lot of ships travel there. Its the divide between the northern nations and the southern nations), but most often of another tribe of Mesyfalians. Ember was always the one to translate languages and seal trades. One day, different traders, not from across the Rift, came to visit. The Eloans. Ember was intrigued that a nation lived so close but never were discovered. The Mesyfalians didn't know these peoples language, but they tried to communicate the best they could. Ember, as the usual translator, was sent as an envoy to Eloa. She came back with a new language learned and promises of treaties, along with new technology and some Eloan colonists to dwell with them. But eventually, Eloans were overcrowding the Mesyfalian tribes. They would colonate islands dedicated as hunting grounds, overfish waters, and tear up the trees for building. The Mesyfalians were slowly starving due to the mass amount of colonists arriving and using up food sources. And to make it worse, the Tomataari showed up. With both the Tomataari and the Eloans wanting the isles for themselves, skirmishes broke out. The Mesyfalians, with their honorable nature, always stepped in to stop a fight, but it always ended up in injury. In desperation, the tribes reached out to Ember to tell the Eloans and Tomataari to leave. Ember told them, but no one listened. The Tomataari scoffed and ignored them, and the Eloans acted like the Mesyfalians were ungrateful to their help. So, the Mesyfalians did what was not expected of the normally docile natives. They fought back. Ember rallied her kin and tribe and created weapons of stone and wood. Despite not having Signs or steel, they were victorious. The Eloans left in ships to the mainland, and the Tomataari retreated after a long battle. Or so it seemed. As they celebrated the victory in their village with their families and children, the Tomataari decided to play dirty. They set fires on every side of the village and slowly pushed it towards the town, intending to trap the Mesyfalians in a ring of fire. There was only one escape route: a stream that ran from the village to the docks. As Ember saw the ring of smoke and ash descending upon her people, she sounded the alarm and herded everyone towards the river. Of course, the Tomataari knew the stream led to the docks, so they started to burn the boats, effectively trapping everyone on the scorched island. But Ember reached the docks in time to save five boats from being torched, but it was not enough for her people. Only half the people on the island could escape. The children were led onto the boat, then they herded the youngest to the oldest, leaving the oldest who did not fit on the boats to face the burning island, but saving the younger generation. Ember stayed, only to protect the beaches as the boats departed and to prevent any Tomataari from following them. She stared into the distance as her last hope of escaping sailed off on the horizon and vanished, leaving her with no choice but to face the flames and swords of the soldiers whose companions she killed. This story is a dark part in history. Many modern Tomataari historians accept this terrible massacre, but some try to discredit it as mere 'propaganda' from the Eloans. Still, it is a shame to this day to the Tomataari people. As for the escaped boats, they managed to sail across the stormy Rift to a land they have traded with many times before. They built a new village on a deserted shore of Nerascul, and tried to go to their old way of living. A few decades later (sixty years later, in the year 1352. The population had become weak even though it grew to over 150 people), some Nerascian scouts found their poor makeshift village and heard of the massacre that occured years before. They had never heard of the land called Tomataar, and were determined to find it. And find it they did. The Mesyfalians were the key to the lands across the Rift finding each other. Many people blame the Rift Wars on the escape of the Mesyfalians, mostly the Tomataari (Ironically, Haru met Ember in the Intersect, and they get along famously as the two rulebreakers). The Mesyfalian culture is only preserved in a Nerascian organization led by some Mesyfalian descendants. The Mesyfalian race is now extremely rare to find even in Nerascul, but there are still some who struggle on to keep their culture alive and vibrant.
