Keepers of Lore/Regions/Orz

The Giant’s Arm

Where the land reaches over to the ocean in the eastern shore of Orz is located the ”Giant’s Arm”, a lonely cape with steep cliffs and barren nature. Multitudes of seagulls have found their home there. Especially during the time of their nesting the area much resembles a hive of brilliantly white wasps.

There is an age-old legend told in Orz, where the cape is said to have been formed from an arm of a dead giant. The giant met his destiny at the shores of Orz when he challenged the very Ocean herself, yelling at her thunder, laughing at her weakness, ridiculing her for her fickle nature. The giant threw huge boulders and rocks to the sea, creating the row of small islands that extend further to the sea from the peninsula. The sea could do nothing but receive the rocks, embrace them and give way for them. The giant continued the mocking, but the Ocean never responded. Finally came the day when the giant had grown old and he died. His arm had grown so strong that it had turned to stone, and that was all that was left from him when the forces of the wild consumed his rotting carcass.

But that was not the end of the argument. The Ocean responded, in her own way – in her own time. To this day, no matter how firmly the rocks try to stay, no matter how arrogantly they defy the strength of the ocean, they are nevertheless gradually ground, smoothed ever so gently by the unstoppable force of the Ocean.

Thus it is they that are altered, forced to yield.

An Ode to Orz

"Oh Orz, your shores and hills,

what glorious sight they are.

My home is here, what more should I want?

The seagulls sing to my heart."