The Treachery of Wemics
While they gathered at an old altar on Wemic isle, the Chosen heard this story from an elderly wemic priest.
In the Ancient Days, before the Sundering of the races, a trader came to Taur Island (for in those days there was but one island, and the tribes of Mino and Cen lived in unity) bearing a magical wine. Amongst the Inner Priesthood of Tomi we know him as Thelon (meaning The Betrayer in our tongue), though his true name is lost to history.
It is common knowledge that this trader gave wine to both tribes, and that the wine bought changes in both. What has remained unknown outside the Inner Priesthood of Tomi is that the trader was a Weimic, and he betrayed the Taur tribes,dooming them to eternal division.
For Tomi had come first to the Lion tribe (who lived on the rolling savannas and open grasslands of the mainland, for they loved above all else to roam beneath the sky, unfettered and unconstrained). He spoke of presenting tribes with the heart of the Taur, a powerful artifact that would unite all three Taur Tribes. The trader and his people refused, saying they wanted nothing to do with the other tribes, that they were happy living alone and free.
But when Tomi left, black-hearted Thelon began to scheme. Nothing creates trade like war. If he could only thwart the plane of Tomi, he might set the tribes against one another, and the profits would be assured, as he sold his arms and armor to both sides.
Now in those days manifold were the Dark Powers that walked the Wold. An evil entity came unto Thelon, and offered a pack; he provided Thelon with a potion, Which he called Purple Wine. This Wine would divide the Taur tribes, emphasising their differences, and making the proposes offering of the Heart of the Taurs into a catalyst for conflict instead of an act of unification.
And so it came to pass that the tribes became races, that the Heart and Islands were sundered, and war raged between Centaur and Minotaurs for generations. And in the process Thelon and his ilk grew rich off the conflict, and though the Priests soon learned of evil, they did not act.
But in time Tomi had enough of our treachery. He flew into a terrible rage, appearing to the Priesthood and telling them that they were to be cast out of their homelands on the open plains. Instead they were forced to live here on Weimic Isle, a punishment for our betrayal of our brother Taurs. And, in our shame, we of the Inner Priesthood have kept this terrible secret among our number down the generations, until tonight.
But it must remain a secret no longer. Our hearts have been twisted by this burden, and we labor still under Tomi's curse. If we are ever to escape the evils of our past we must seek redemption, and perhaps ultimately even forgiveness. And the first step in doing this is to admit the terrible secret of our past, admit our role in the downfall of the Taurs.