Trocia Part 1

Trocia Part 1

21st June, 2341

         Dear Reader,

         Here lies the story of my family, passed down for all the generations in which I can remember. It has grown through the years, and now, I give you to all the makings of my family in writing. This family I speak of begins with the marriage and affair of my great grandmother and grandfather the forging of two families began then. For generations the line has been powerful, my great grandmother being a Galanodel, and my great grandfather a Zivicah, the forging of these two families has been told through out the entire world, and is one of epic battles and epic loves.
         I am Avitaria, I am the fourth generation born into the Galanodel/Zivicah family. My mother, Keeshia passed away one year ago to this date, as a tribute to her memory I thought it proper to recreate the stories she told me as a child. The world has changed, since the union of my ancestors, the landscape no longer vast and wild, now with buildings and markets. The once great community in which my family was born into, now just lumber and rubble.
         The large continent in which we mass upon is called Vilintar, made up of four large empires, and vastly spreading cities. Trocia the largest city, located in the far Northwestern corner of Vilintar, here is the established empire of the human race, ruled by Xanthar, the city is vast spreading over miles. Once home to all races of people, it has such weeded out many of them, mostly now Elves and Humans. Alondel, the city of elves, it was not vast or big, but a small community full of tradition and restriction. Hidden in the Southern regions of Vilintar, the once grand city now has diminished. The grand prestige of the Elves has ended, now war ravaged and looted the city is nearly empty.
         Coranti, the main city of dwarves and other under creatures, built inside a mountain in the western shores of our borders. Jewel makers, and crafters of gold and silver these cities have flourished as more humans desire trinkets and gold pieces. Then finally, Sarging the lost city of dragons, nobody has yet to find the city, although many a storytellers will tell grand tales of it's beauty. Some say it is located above the highest clouds, other below the earth we walk on. I, believe they are all among us, not lost at all, but leading the lives of humans, elves, and dwarves, wanting to fit in like everyone else. For I have seen this grand beauty, for I am part of them, I am the last remaining of two noble races. Two people long ago created what I have become today, this is the story of my existence, this is our history.
         Avitaria Larana Galanodel