The Seasons

The World of Langthil

Kishtu saw how the mortals she had come to love on this new little world were struggling to survive. So she came to them, and taught them how to harness Thales to feed Nafeeti and, thus, grow the crops that they would then harvest and eat. The mortals took to agriculture quickly, and voraciously. They stopped their migrations, instead building villages and eventually towns and even cities. They expanded their fields, refined their methods, and grew ever more and more crops.

Kishtu then saw the pain this was causing to Khthon, and the strain it was putting on Thales, and lamented as even Nafeeti grew weaker and weaker. The mortals’ crops would not grow as tall, or as lush, as they once did, and the mortals grew angry, cursing the elements for not bowing to their wants. Kishtu, saddened by this greed and anger in her beloved mortals, tried to teach them restraint. She taught them how to rotate their fields so as to not hurt Khthon, but could not restrain their demands.

Kishtu knew that if the mortals were not restrained, they would destroy Khthon, and with her the whole world would follow suit. Not wanting to see her beloved mortals die in such emptiness, she instead convinced Pygon to sleep. The world grew cold, and as the other elementals followed her into slumber, the unharvested crops withered, and countless mortals began to starve to death. Kishtu wept for them, and where her tears fell the mortals could grow just enough food to survive the first winter.

When Pygon finally awoke, feeling rested and revived, the other elementals likewise woke, refreshed. She warmed the world again, Thales’ rivers flowed again, Nafeeti’s plants sprang back to life, and the mortals that had survived were able to once again feed themselves. Kishtu saw that while the mortals had still not learned restraint, they were nonetheless more judicious in their growing, focusing on smaller fields they could sow and then reap quickly so they could store food for the next winter. She knew that, despite the hardships it caused her beloved mortals, she would need to convince Pygon to slumber again every year, to give the elementals the rest they would need to remain strong and the world to survive.

Kishtu saw how the mortals she had come to love on this new little world were struggling to survive. So she came to them, and taught them how to harness Thales to feed Nafeeti and, thus, grow the crops that they would then harvest and eat. The mortals took to agriculture quickly, and voraciously. They stopped their migrations, instead building villages and eventually towns and even cities. They expanded their fields, refined their methods, and grew ever more and more crops. Kishtu then saw the pain this was causing to Khthon, and the strain it was putting on Thales, and lamented as even Nafeeti grew weaker and weaker. The mortals’ crops would not grow as tall, or as lush, as they once did, and the mortals grew angry, cursing the elements for not bowing to their wants. Kishtu, saddened by this greed and anger in her beloved mortals, tried to teach them restraint. She taught them how to rotate their fields so as to not hurt Khthon, but could not restrain their demands. Kishtu knew that if the mortals were not restrained, they would destroy Khthon, and with her the whole world would follow suit. Not wanting to see her beloved mortals die in such emptiness, she instead convinced Pygon to sleep. The world grew cold, and as the other elementals followed her into slumber, the unharvested crops withered, and countless mortals began to starve to death. Kishtu wept for them, and where her tears fell the mortals could grow just enough food to survive the first winter. When Pygon finally awoke, feeling rested and revived, the other elementals likewise woke, refreshed. She warmed the world again, Thales’ rivers flowed again, Nafeeti’s plants sprang back to life, and the mortals that had survived were able to once again feed themselves. Kishtu saw that while the mortals had still not learned restraint, they were nonetheless more judicious in their growing, focusing on smaller fields they could sow and then reap quickly so they could store food for the next winter. She knew that, despite the hardships it caused her beloved mortals, she would need to convince Pygon to slumber again every year, to give the elementals the rest they would need to remain strong and the world to survive.
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