In the mid twenty-fourth century Bareheep was home to a group of primitive tribes. They squatted amongst the crumbling towers of the deserted city, lit fires in the alleys to warm themselves, hunted walla and slee for food, and warred with their neighbours over petty issues. When the Oru sailed their great ships up the Yar, the villagers watched on in fear and wonder. The Oru were taller than the natives, their skin as black as obsidian, and their clothes of wondrous make; to the villagers they seemed people who had walked out of the old stories. Though the Oru would go on to live among them for centuries, the natives never learned much of their origins. They had travelled some stupendous distance from the North of the world – this much was known. Their journey was an exodus from some dark and half hinted-at peril. They considered themselves a chosen people, sent here by a god who had appointed this land and its inhabitants to them, but the identity of this god was clouded in secrecy. Their homeland, when it was spoken of at all, was referred to only as The Blink.
David Nassar – Bareheep: A History
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