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===Founding of Faradash=== Eventually, Anenzi felt the weight of years grow heavy on his wings, so he gathered those of his inner circle and spoke to them. βI have lived a good life,β he said, βand I have seen this people flourish and grow in strength in the sight of Cimre. However, the time has come that I return to the dust from which I came, thus I have one final Prophecy.β He then pointed at a small hill in the distance. βTake my body to that hill and remove the dust from it. Erect a pyre and scatter my dust and my ashes together as one into the wind. Do this, and my star shall show unto you the Promised Land that Cimre has given us. It shall be yours so long as you remember my teachings.β And with his final words he passed, and his disciples did as he instructed. Upon that hill, which to this day is known as Thardalah, his rites were performed as instructed. And, when his dust and ashes were mixed and cast into the air, they became a bright shooting star, which illuminated what was on the other side of the hill: a great basin with a wonderful blue lake and a small river leading off into the distance. It was there that they erected their capitol and named it Faradash, and became known as the Farapidaans, to distinguish themselves from their taller forest cousins. They established trade routes with their oasis brothers and built a great civilization for the glory of their goddess and her great prophet. As they built their civilization, so too did they build their culture and knowledge. Great planetariums and observatories were built within and alongside their mosques to observe, study and glorify the heavens. Great bazaars were established where they peddled their silks, potions, and other goods to the other desert-dwelling races. In their grand cities, the sounds of all manner of music could be heard throughout the streets, and the air was fragrant with the smell of alchemists at work, ceremonial perfumes, and the smoke of the occasional hookah. Soon their civilization became as wondrous as that of their brothers. And while there was still the threat of the occasional desert monster, band of savages, rogue elemental, or rare Sunstruck individual, the Farapidaans knew peace.
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