PROLOGUE: MOLARIANS
Pronounced: Mol-air-ee-ans
Molarians are an ancient race of people with which this story revolves around. Molarians are a short race never rising higher then 1.2 metres. Molarians have an uncanny sense of hearing and have been known to hear a woman screaming from 1 kilometre away. They age very slowly and have been known to live up to 150 years old. Molarians only measure distance in metres which has led to some confusion in the past. Some molarians have grey hair on their shoulders and chest which has led them to believe that they are descended from the extinct wolf people of the Northern Isles.
They also have extremely tough feet and hands, which means that they don't need shoes or gloves to cover their three gnarled toes or fingers on feet or hands respectively. In molarian religion they believe that the moon eats the sun which brings nightfall and then their god (Romas) assigns a dead spirit to shine as the new sun until they are eaten by the moon.
The molarians came from the east at the start of the first millennium, led by Andrus, the golden warrior and champion of Romas. From there they settled in the forests of the east and built great cities of wood. However, Andrus' grandson was challenged to the throne by three warriors of old. A war soon broke out between the many clans of the molarians and a great war was started. The war led from 289 to exactly 364. The war ended with the four kings of the molarians duelling in single combat. The battle ended with all four competitors dying and Andrus' younger brother taking the throne, for Andrus had no children. But Andrus' younger brother, Micelle, did not take the throne and the molarians were warped into darkness. So now the time starts for you to start this tale, enjoy.
