Mythology - Part 1: Kaserathi Legends: The Protectorate

Long ago, in the Getring, we were one. Then came the Protectorate. For years we lived in peace with them. But as time went on, more and more of the Kes-kin were... Taken. They returned, yes, some of them. But they were covered in wounds that did not bleed, and began to stink. Protectorate. Pah - They did nothing to protect us! We fed them, housed them, raised their young as our own, yet what we got in return was death! In the end we fled their rule, and left our homes far behind. When we arrived here we split apart, and swore never to come together again that our people might survive if the land turned on us once more.