The Land of Al-Madinah
History of Al-Irshusin
Irshu was a small village on the edge of the great Eastern desert. Built on a small spring it has always been a place of worship. The people of the land gathered here at the oasis before venturing out into the great Eastern deserts.
As time progressed it grew to be a more permanent town, with farmers and herders settling in the area and traders arriving to provide wares to the newly settled people. It did not take long for the town to grow into a small city. The people received visitations from the goddess Omarosa. She taught them how to use the waters to bring life to the people of the new great Irshu.
As the city grew tensions grew between the nomadic travelers and the settled peoples. One fateful night the local priestesses proclaimed that with the arriving of a blood moon that terrible times were afoot. The locals blamed the desert people for dwindling water supplies.
And then the river ran red. The priests declared that a cleansing was required. Overnight all of the nomads that were found around town were rounded up. They were chained to each other and marched to the eastern gate where they were beheaded. The blood drained into a massive pool of red mud. Then their bodies were piled up and cremated.
One boy was found. A nomad child that had escaped the massacre. He was cast into the bloodied sand. He stood up and turned on his captors. He cursed the people of Irshu. He cursed their first born sons to wither and die. He cursed the water in the pool to run dry and for the sands of the eastern desert to consume the city. It is said that then the sand below his feet swallowed him whole.
Then the sands blew. And blew. And blew. A mighty sandstorm blew over the city. It was relentless. With the sand clogging up the streets. People could not leave their houses and the holy waters of the pool were being filled with white sands.
The priestesses were called out to the holy waters by a vision of Omarosa. It was whispered that in the desert storm there stood a mighty white ram before the goddess. Legend goes that Omarosa and the ram stood there with the priests in attendance for hours. The next day the priests declared that there would be an eternal right of attendance by the nomads to the holy waters. That night the storms ended.
Decades passed and the city grew back and beyond its former glories. The priestesses were the de facto rulers of the city and the leader of the priestesses was the feared Nidintu. She demanded complete loyalty, personal sacrifice from the people of Irshu and exorbitant taxes from any visitors to the city.
The people cowered in fear of Nidintu. Her cruelty was renowned. It was whispered in hushed tones and at the risk of torture that dark spirits had been seen leaving her palace tower at night. Her demands grew worse and worse. The people grew more scared and the whispers spread more.
Nidintu grew more and more paranoid and had her closest advisers lashed to poles and whipped in public. Black spirits were seen circling the corpses and the people grew terrified. Her guards rallied around a young captain to stand up against her.
A bloody battle broke out in the streets, with the guards and other braver citizens fighting back against Nidintu’s followers and her evil spirit allies. Blood was spilled in the streets, people were cut down in their homes. It looked as if all the brave in the city would die at the hands of her diabolical allies.
A saviour was at hand. A young shaman of Arakhu named Nnamu arrived in the city. He commanded considerable power over the winds and earth. He summoned forth migthy golems that battled the spirits and tore them apart. He was grossly outnumbered though.
Nidintu was not to be stopped. She entered the battle and the two priests duelled in the city square. Spirits attempted to tear the flesh from Nnamu while his golems battered the Priestess. In a final act before his head was torn from his neck, Nnamu smashed the ground and caused an almighty earthquake. The spirits and Nidintu were pulled into the ground and crushed under mountains of earth and rock.
The battle was over. The city was damaged, but the evil was vanquished. To this day the damage of the quake can be seen as the Eastern half of the city sits higher up than the west.
The priests would never hold such power over the city again. Out of the ruins the nobility would take over. One family in particular, the Ursins saw the opportunity to rebuild the city to align with their vision.
The city guard were reassmbled and rearmed. The Ursins set about enslaving the neighbouring tribes, nomads and creatures. This continues today.