((I hope it's ok to do this...))
Deep in the mountains, beyond the hills and valleys of the harsh terrain, lies a deep canyon. Surrounded by rock and cliffs alike, this one site has now become a sanctuary of humans where they worship the beings known as Centaurs. When the race had been threatened with extinction, the wise elders of their remaining clan, bound the young ones in stone, to sleep until the time became right for them to awaken and start anew. The mages entrusted the humans, long time companions of the Centaurs to watch over their young generation and only hope.
For hundreds of years humans had populated this area, until the climate became too harsh for their feeble bodies. Leaving their temples to the great and wise ones, the Centaurs, the humans moved from the canyon to a nearing valley, where the climate was much warmer. Now, years later, the temples are starting to crack and crumble, the homes trampled to the ground by snow and rainstorms alike. Deep within the crumbling temples of the Centaurs, the statues have begun to wither and crack. From these statues have begun to emerge the living incarnations of their blessed protectors, the Centaurs.
Deep in the mountains, beyond the hills and valleys of the harsh terrain, lies a deep canyon. Surrounded by rock and cliffs alike, this one site has now become a sanctuary of humans where they worship the beings known as Centaurs. When the race had been threatened with extinction, the wise elders of their remaining clan, bound the young ones in stone, to sleep until the time became right for them to awaken and start anew. The mages entrusted the humans, long time companions of the Centaurs to watch over their young generation and only hope.
For hundreds of years humans had populated this area, until the climate became too harsh for their feeble bodies. Leaving their temples to the great and wise ones, the Centaurs, the humans moved from the canyon to a nearing valley, where the climate was much warmer. Now, years later, the temples are starting to crack and crumble, the homes trampled to the ground by snow and rainstorms alike. Deep within the crumbling temples of the Centaurs, the statues have begun to wither and crack. From these statues have begun to emerge the living incarnations of their blessed protectors, the Centaurs.
