Post by Cyrn on Mar 18, 2008 8:31:11 GMT -8
" The Gods said, that mankind destroyed his creation. And that his final deed was to destroy mankind." - High Priest Alexander Joken.
In the beginning, there were the three great gods. All of whom, took part in the building of our planet. The Father, the creater of the other two greater gods, created our universe with the flick of his finger. And much like placing a child into a sandbox, sat back and watched his children mold the planets into their own likeness. He himself, took the fourth planet, and dubbed it 'Home' giving it lush forests, pure water, many a variety of animals, and of course, sentient beings. The climates on the planet varied, and the beings soon grew very quickly.
The Sentient* learned gods secrets, and began using his magic, those of the arcane did it without his permission, those with divine did it with. And so, with the exposed secrets, sentient life flourished. They destroyed trees to allow mages to craft cities. They killed many animals to feed themselves, and spawn even more. They tainted the water, with the pollution from their magic, and other wastes. Turning the beautiful planet that the 'Father' created, into a waste.
Angered, the father quickly reacted. All those with close contact with him, who didn't taint the planet (Druids, Rangers, Barbarians) were told in a dream, to begin digging underground, or go somewhere safe. For he, was going to whipe out the planet, and start anew. One druid, by the name of Alabaster Gingers was brave enough to warn the metropolis of Belin. And that's how this story begins...
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The Children:
The 'Fathers' children, working on their own planets, made like copies of themselves in that form. The Child of the Summer Warmth created a planet with many dunes, sand-storms, and deathly heat. But gave it life, and water to prosper anyway. The Child of the Winter Frost, summoned a great chill, that froze her world. But gave it water, which froze, and life already adapted to the climate. She gave it animals with great coats of furr, and plants that had their own heating system, and anti-coolant to remain warm, and melt the ice and grow.
Their planets flourished in a different matter to their fathers, their clients took care of it, and grew close with their planet. Many who learned magic, learned to put it to good uses. And so, their inhabitants became quite happy with their planets and settled in.
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The Apocalypse:
God's death sentence to all the inhabitants of the main planet, soon spread across the world. Everyone soon knew of his decission, and began working of someway to save themselves. All the Arcane, and Divine users, began chopping down trees towards the north, where there was little to no life. And began drawing a massive rune, that spanned hundreds of miles. Each line had to bee at least two hundred feet thick. While each of the Five main races on the planet, hosted a meeting with their strongest of leaders. They discussed how they would save their race in the ten years the god had given them to prepare (Technically he gave the druids, and other world loving creatures ten years, but hey, this stuff happens.). They decided on sending two thousand five hundred people to the planet of frost. Which they had discovered using powerfull detection magic (Basically a telescope, magically enhanced, and enabled the detect planet spell. xD) and scrying upon the face of the planet, determined that there was a cave big enough to safely protect them right off the bat, but they would soon need to spread out from there to get what they needed to save themselves.
This is what sparked the great pilgrimage to the frostfell.
To Be Continued.
In the beginning, there were the three great gods. All of whom, took part in the building of our planet. The Father, the creater of the other two greater gods, created our universe with the flick of his finger. And much like placing a child into a sandbox, sat back and watched his children mold the planets into their own likeness. He himself, took the fourth planet, and dubbed it 'Home' giving it lush forests, pure water, many a variety of animals, and of course, sentient beings. The climates on the planet varied, and the beings soon grew very quickly.
The Sentient* learned gods secrets, and began using his magic, those of the arcane did it without his permission, those with divine did it with. And so, with the exposed secrets, sentient life flourished. They destroyed trees to allow mages to craft cities. They killed many animals to feed themselves, and spawn even more. They tainted the water, with the pollution from their magic, and other wastes. Turning the beautiful planet that the 'Father' created, into a waste.
Angered, the father quickly reacted. All those with close contact with him, who didn't taint the planet (Druids, Rangers, Barbarians) were told in a dream, to begin digging underground, or go somewhere safe. For he, was going to whipe out the planet, and start anew. One druid, by the name of Alabaster Gingers was brave enough to warn the metropolis of Belin. And that's how this story begins...
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The Children:
The 'Fathers' children, working on their own planets, made like copies of themselves in that form. The Child of the Summer Warmth created a planet with many dunes, sand-storms, and deathly heat. But gave it life, and water to prosper anyway. The Child of the Winter Frost, summoned a great chill, that froze her world. But gave it water, which froze, and life already adapted to the climate. She gave it animals with great coats of furr, and plants that had their own heating system, and anti-coolant to remain warm, and melt the ice and grow.
Their planets flourished in a different matter to their fathers, their clients took care of it, and grew close with their planet. Many who learned magic, learned to put it to good uses. And so, their inhabitants became quite happy with their planets and settled in.
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The Apocalypse:
God's death sentence to all the inhabitants of the main planet, soon spread across the world. Everyone soon knew of his decission, and began working of someway to save themselves. All the Arcane, and Divine users, began chopping down trees towards the north, where there was little to no life. And began drawing a massive rune, that spanned hundreds of miles. Each line had to bee at least two hundred feet thick. While each of the Five main races on the planet, hosted a meeting with their strongest of leaders. They discussed how they would save their race in the ten years the god had given them to prepare (Technically he gave the druids, and other world loving creatures ten years, but hey, this stuff happens.). They decided on sending two thousand five hundred people to the planet of frost. Which they had discovered using powerfull detection magic (Basically a telescope, magically enhanced, and enabled the detect planet spell. xD) and scrying upon the face of the planet, determined that there was a cave big enough to safely protect them right off the bat, but they would soon need to spread out from there to get what they needed to save themselves.
This is what sparked the great pilgrimage to the frostfell.
To Be Continued.