Aorthora: The Open Arms
The itinerant tribes of healers, wandering minstrel troupes and other nomadic peoples of the northwest refer to the angular arrangement of stars that hangs over the corner of the sky above that land as “The Open Arms.” To them, it represents the unbreakable bonds of family; when they gaze up at these stars, they tell the story of the high-born lady Zarinya and her younger brother Nanther. Zarinya was the eldest child of a ruler of a far-off land, and stood to inherit his crown. Ultimately, she did, and the passing of her father drew a shroud of mourning over the land for years, such a wise and kind ruler was he. Nanther, out of jealousy, first tried to discredit his sister through slander, which the people did not believe. His lies were turned back on him when they were exposed in the eyes of the people and Zarinya’s court. His sister forgave him for the first time. He made off to another land, where he raised a raucous army to invade his sister’s kingdom. They were easily repelled by Zarinya’s well-trained troops, and Nanther was captured. His sister forgave him again, and begged him to capitulate. He chose exile, and traveled the six corners of the world looking for something, anything that would make quell his rage at Zarinya.
As he journeyed, his thoughts turned back to his sister over-and-over. At first, he blamed her for his exile. Over the years, thoughts of curiosity about his homeland and how she ruled it crept in. More years passed, and his thoughts turned to the kindness she had showed with forgiving his transgressions. He realized, over time, how egregious his acts had been. When he was old and frail, he made the final journey back to his homeland, and saw his nieces, nephews, great-nieces and great-nephews, celebrating Zarinya’s 100th birthday, realizing that all his anger had done was leave him all alone. He knelt before his sister and begged for forgiveness; she bade him stand and accepted Nanther back with open arms. He was her brother, and despite all he had done, nothing could ever possibly change that.
When the wandering peoples of the northwest look to return home, they simply scan the sky for the Open Arms of Aorthora, and head that way, knowing family will be there to embrace them when they arrive.