Members - Class No6

The former Western Jutland, now flooded since late 2012, was said to be the home land of two epic tribes: the strugglers and the creators. It was a place of rough winds and salty heathers. Folk tales have it, that both tribes possesed important strength and that namely the hostile nature gave choise to the roots: either force life out of sand - or grow other talents.

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As of their nature, the strugglers stayed and struggled. And the creators found new ways: often seen carried by the wind, letting themselves go, following their own and the big - nature.

So it became, that in the late 1900s, a large group of new creators followed that call and went the long way from Holestbro, the capital of W Jutland, across the peninsula and the nearby archipelago to anchor at the island of Zealand, in port of Kopenhaagen, settling here in smaller groups of creatives to continue grow.

So also did a son of the Sonderbies, who inherited the struggling nature of his family, with roots in rules, conventions and halffelt ceremonies. He was early encouraged by creators to become one with them, and often in his youth thus consorted with fiddlers, jesters, players and poets of fine arts and stage craft. He set of to follow them into the sky, but the heavy ground kept him hesitating. Rough times were laid out for this young man. Doomed as he was to the inbetween, he set out sailing with the wind navigating by the stars. But as such sailors often do in sudden fog and storms of the see, he got lost.

Alas. Broken in two, hurt struggler anairy creator, he awakens on a shore, stars the life long meditation of keeping fit the ship, finally, by the help of new people, he had only dreamt of, before.

When the clouds lift prepare to be continued