In a valley shaded with rhododendrons, close to the snow line, where a stream milky with meltwater splashed and where doves and linnets flew among the immense pines, lay a cave, half-hidden by the crag above and the stiff heavy leaves that clustered below.
The woods were full of sound: the stream between the rocks, the wind among the needles of the pine branches, the chitter of insects and the cries of small arboreal mammals, as well as the birdsong; and from time to time a stronger gust of wind would make one of the branches of a cedar or a fir move against another and groan like a cello.
It was a place of brilliant sunlight, never undappled. Shafts of lemon-gold brilliance lanced down to the forest floor between bars and pools of brown-green shade; and the light was never still, never constant, because drifting mist would often float among the treetops, filtering all the sunlight to a pearly sheen and brushing every pine cone with moisture that glistened when the mist lifted. Sometimes the wetness in the clouds condensed into tiny drops half mist and half rain, which floated downward rather than fell, making a soft rustling patter among the millions of needles.
There was a narrow path beside the stream, which led from a village--little more than a cluster of herdsmen's dwellings at the foot of the valley to a half-ruined shrine near the glacier at its head, a place where faded silken flags, with a barely visible crest, which meaning only scholars and magicians knew streamed out in the perpetual winds from the high mountains, and offerings of cakes and dried tea were placed by pious villagers. An odd effect of the light, the ice, and the vapour enveloped the head of the valley in perpetual rainbows.
The cave lay some way above the path. For many years, this "holy" woman had lived there, "meditating" and "fasting" and "praying", and the place was venerated for the sake of her memory, for she was a part of their culture and history, shrouded by mystery, respect, disdain, hatred and love. It was thirty feet or so deep, with a dry floor: an ideal den for a bear or a wolf, but the only creatures living in it was her.
Just beyond the point where the sunlight reached, Eden was heating some water in a small pot.
Coming along the forest path was a young village girl. Eden knew well who she was: Ama had been bringing her food since her mother got too old to do so, it was a tradition within the girl's family because Eden once had helped them. Eden had let it be known when she first arrived that she wished no harm, company, or indded any contact at all except the one bringing her news and Alcohol and food, engaged in her "meditation and prayer"(Drunkenness), and under a vow only to heed to the one who was now silent.. Ama was the only person whose visits she accepted. Ama climbed up to the cave, came to the cave entrance and bowed. "Greetings, child, " said Eden Falk.
The girl was carrying a bundle wrapped in faded cotton, which she laid at Eden's feet. Then she held out a little hunch of flowers, a dozen or so anemones bound with a cotton thread, and began to speak in a rapid, nervous voice. Eden understood the language of these mountain people, but it would never do to let them know how much. So she smiled and motioned to the girl to get closer, she reached out and touched the girl lightly on the cheek. Eden felt a tiny stream of understanding flow into her mind, clarifying the girl's words. The villagers were happy for her presence, an important figure such as herself, to take home in the cave, was a honour for them, but as the years had passed and she had looked at time pass, indifferent to the happenings in the world around her, things had changed, questions had been asked. Questions that only Eden could answer. Everybody knew where she lived, and they respected her enough to follow her request with no contact, they had thus send little Ama to ask these big questions.
"Who are we? Where are we really from?"
And here I'll write the way that humans come to this world, because the evolution theory is just too boring
If we're saying that humans evolved in this RPG, I'm seriously quitting. So that's good.
Alright this Rp looks far too myth, we need a time where a base story has already been formed...
I'm working on a base proposal.