On the Foundation of Larissa

There was this region, lush and green, where there used, a long time ago, to run many rivers, that now were dry. This was the place where those nomad settlers, coming from far away, decided to build their new homes.  Everything they planted grew there, from grapes to wheat, they also brought cattle and sheep, they got plenty of food and plenty of commodities faster, so was born the city of Shaat's.

Shaat's grew fast, and soon the sons of Shaat's spread across the land, founding new towns such as the granary City of Toymin, the cultural gatherings of Trahaneum and Ladonis, and the small fur trading post of Erakles. On the coast, a port town grew fast trading with those sprawning settlements, the city of Ladolos.

Huge temples and palaces for the rich, with columns and beautiful domes, were erected in Ladonis and Shaats, a huge theater were to be found in the city of Trahaneum, that received poets and actors from across the land, and the people of Toymin were so well fed they could barely walk. The common folk lived in prosperity, trading and growing their crops, rejoicing on stability and private property. The difficult times of those settlers that years ago found themselves in the region were but a sad fable, those were years of plenty. The rain never betrayed the people of Shaat's, and when they were absorbed by a more powerfully armed kingdom, they were respected and celebrated. The Gods smiled upon those lands of happy people of traders, money lenders and farmers.

Many years passed, and a strange man, by the name of Hector, said their lives were menaced. He was a priest, and studying the stars, he proclamed the Gods would forsake the region. He told people to go away, take what they could, and seek a new place to call their own, as a huge deluge would wipe those cities off the map, not a matter of if, but when. He told them, many shut their doors on him, some listened, and with his followers, he sacrificed cattle to the Gods, and went away, seeking for a new homeland.

A set of rains fell under the region of Shaats, a deluge, a certain time after Hector told them about the catastrophe. It was strong, but at first not as bad, so the people complained about the running water, but kept their lives business as usual. Until it happened.

There was a dry lake by the name of the depression of Shaat's next to the cities, a forsaken region. With the rain, however, it came to life, and its newly waters spread across the region, devouring everything on its path. It destroyed the walls, one after the other. It reached the theaters of Trahaneum, drowning the cultural place, destroying its columns, the water was stronger now, and it washed away the food of Toymin and its fields of plenty, plenty no more. The proud city of Shaat's, with its palaces and golden roofs, was erased from the map, and huge waves destroyed many sacred temples. The rich merchants of Ladonis spared were not, as the angry water took their possessions away, and when the water met the sea at Ladolos, many ships sunk with the violence of that stream. A river was alive, and the cities of that once prosperous region were no more. Thousands were drowned and went missing in the tragedy. 

The whole kingdom felt its foundations shaking after this, the commerce collapsed, the agriculture collapsed, everything was in shambles, and rainsakers saw the opportunity to plunder, times of trouble were now at their doors.

Hector was far away when all of this took place, he and his followers went westwards. And in a nice bay, they found their new home, calling this new settlement Larissa.