Trelanian Activity

[Rowana]

With life over the past few years under the unnatural (to their minds) storms along the coastal waters of Trelania becoming something of a norm for folks, many people had learned to cope or move inland. Little villages were reabsorbed into near by towns, dissolved by intent, wave, storm or any combination there in. Many resources had been expended over the years to aid various traumatized towns and cities, Trelania as a whole reached out to those allied and friendly to her to gather the needed materials to protect and reinforce her people. All in all things had settled into a lull of dreary days and tremendous hard work. Crime rates generally fell across the western coast line, or people simply stopped reporting things as much out of weariness as any other reason. Food and shelter once again became prized commodities for the average man, woman and child. Families oft became fatherless, brothers vanished and sons assumed dead, all swallowed up by the sea without even hint as to why or where. The why became assumed... the storms.

The kingdom, despite valiant efforts by it's leaders and those friendly to Trelania, feel into a rut of stubborn perseverance despite the despair carried on her shoulders, and remained so for what to some was 'forever.' Indeed, there are echos of the still remembered Dark Ages by the elders, when the nights were black and the days just as grey. Too many rumbling tummies and too much work to be done bring out the tales, tall and short of that time not so long ago. Old gaffers, drunks and bitties blather on about how the dark days will return. Despair reigned.....

That is, until the last few months.

As the storms began to fill the sky with light such that even the darkest nights looked like stuttered day, Trelanian's leaders moved to protect her people in the only way they could think of.

A call has gone out for those on the Western and Northern coast of Trelania to leave and move inland. Bards, heralds and messengers pound the land to cover every village that can be found, every person who may need to hear it, telling them to grab only the things they cannot live with out and bring their families inland. Supplies have been redirected to build semi-temporary shelters in inland towns and cities as well as in shanty pseudo-villages along main roads. No more does the Crown support or aid in the defense of those coastal cities, calling for material things to be given to the sea so that souls and lives will be saved.

There are echoes across the lands of people refusing to leave their homes, adamant about staying to protect their ancestral homes from the wiles of Lady Doom. Others flee with the loved ones. There is little doubt that if the storm continues this way, tens of thousands and perhaps more will die even with the best efforts of the Trelanian Crown.