After the fall of our kingdom into the depths of the sea of sorrows, I’m not sure we were prepared to the live the lives of refugees. The notion of being without country had never really been one that could have applied to us. Sure, Ascalon was suffering. Kryta was threatened. But Orr? Our Magicks and our Knowledge were more then the other two countries combined. Of what did we have to worry?
And perhaps that was why we should have been wary. Our pride was bigger then whatever powers we believed could keep the Charr from ever threatening our lands. Our egotistical behavior was our one greatest weakness as a people. Something that even down to this day, poses a danger to each of us that have survived. How could we imagine ourselves above the laws the God’s themselves laid for all of us?
Looking back at the people we of the Remnant have become, I cannot say that we are all completely different. But on the other hand, we are almost certainly not the same as we were then. Whether such a change is for the best…or for the worse, I cannot really say. Each of us however, have felt the changes that come from losing ones origins. And no matter what country, or even what continent we find ourselves on, we always come across something that reminds us of the home that was. The golden beaches of the Keys in Istan. The regal and exotic nature of Vabbian design. Trinkets in the Marketplace of Canthan cities. Words and beliefs in Tyria that are uncanny whispers of Orrian ways. I shudder every time the memories come flooding back like a torrent sweeping through an empty creek bed. There are times I wish i knew some mesmeric art to completely bury those thoughts away. But, Aran has not been able to help in that respect and I fear even Lady Althea herself, were she still alive, could have done that for me.
Lyssa help us all, I pray you ease the nightmares of our realities….
-Excerpt from Seren’s personal journal.
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