Post by Salamence on Apr 27, 2007 21:37:56 GMT -5
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Truce, Break and War…
Years ago, generations before the foolish rulers of the Four Kingdoms in Isle Himaryn of the Crystal Plain had been born into the world where war would be the answer, there was peace. All beings lived in harmony, following the code of species laid down for them since the beginning of time. A truce between all, to keep the balance of nature. The truce was kept with honesty, but darkness had already crept into the heart of the one that kept the Isle together.
He was the King of all creatures in the Crystal Plains, Himaryn and beyond. His name was so revered that no one could speak it. He was said to have the face of a fox, the body of a wolf, and the back half of a tiger. His gentleness was that of a newborn. But darkness, and the lust for power, would tear the King, and the Isle, apart. The King destroyed the hierarchy; brutally murdering his Lords and Ladies, along with their families until the whole world of the Crystal Plain was destroyed.
The Great Creator who had placed the truce in the animals’ world sentenced the King to a world of eternal darkness and pain, willing the world it had created back to the way it had been before.
But without the King, the species began to drift away from each other. Without the truce to hold them together, suspicious grew, and that suspicious morphed to rage, and with the next generations, rage to blind hatred. The four species became the Three Great Kingdoms, Kayana, White River, and Kosov, widening their reaches, their names, their breeds.
The Kayanas over took the largest land, saying they were blessed with the need to rule by the King himself. They symbolized Courage, and were in turn blessed with the largest share of it. The Kosov took the land of Storms, the land constantly torn with the rage of Nature. They symbolize Power and great Strength. White River took upon the middle half, the second division, and many of their kind were wise and kept out of the Quarrels of Kayana and Storm. The White River was blessed with a great knowledge, a superior skill in Wisdom. All the creatures dwelling on the island were granted with Magical skill, and their lifespans were lengthened.
Those that remembered the story of the King, came together to forever mask His story, and the Great Creator, and everything of a time of peace, to keep down those who were trying to bring back the Way of Old. To do this, false histories and Gods were created, false rivalries, creating more tension and rage, destroying so many’s hope for rescue from The War that has broken out. The Paradise of the Isle was gone.
Over generations, the rage in the Kingdom’s blood seemed to change the land. Furious mountains rose up, and rapids raging like their angry blood. The terrain rippled, become broken and fragmented, like the Kingdoms themselves.
In every time of darkness, however, there Is the light of hope. The Great Creator, though it has very few believes, has cooled the anger in the souls of the Herla, creating a safe haven in their land the Believes, and for those who will the Civil War to end. Those that search for the One, a new King, one with a pure soul, one with the gentleness that could piece the world they never knew back together.
Now, the War’s fierce hand still grips this land, but the rumor has reached the Royal ears of all species that the land is changing a gain. Some believe it is a sign of a coming end to the War that has killed so many. Others believe it is a sign from the Gods they created that all life will end. Still others believe that the One they have been waiting for is coming.
What do you believe? Who will you trust, who is your rival? Will you fight, or run? What do you want? Freedom, or War? You decide. Your destiny has brought you to the Crystal Plane, The Isle of Himaryn.
Who knows, you could be the One we’ve waited for all this time.
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Truce, Break and War…
Years ago, generations before the foolish rulers of the Four Kingdoms in Isle Himaryn of the Crystal Plain had been born into the world where war would be the answer, there was peace. All beings lived in harmony, following the code of species laid down for them since the beginning of time. A truce between all, to keep the balance of nature. The truce was kept with honesty, but darkness had already crept into the heart of the one that kept the Isle together.
He was the King of all creatures in the Crystal Plains, Himaryn and beyond. His name was so revered that no one could speak it. He was said to have the face of a fox, the body of a wolf, and the back half of a tiger. His gentleness was that of a newborn. But darkness, and the lust for power, would tear the King, and the Isle, apart. The King destroyed the hierarchy; brutally murdering his Lords and Ladies, along with their families until the whole world of the Crystal Plain was destroyed.
The Great Creator who had placed the truce in the animals’ world sentenced the King to a world of eternal darkness and pain, willing the world it had created back to the way it had been before.
But without the King, the species began to drift away from each other. Without the truce to hold them together, suspicious grew, and that suspicious morphed to rage, and with the next generations, rage to blind hatred. The four species became the Three Great Kingdoms, Kayana, White River, and Kosov, widening their reaches, their names, their breeds.
The Kayanas over took the largest land, saying they were blessed with the need to rule by the King himself. They symbolized Courage, and were in turn blessed with the largest share of it. The Kosov took the land of Storms, the land constantly torn with the rage of Nature. They symbolize Power and great Strength. White River took upon the middle half, the second division, and many of their kind were wise and kept out of the Quarrels of Kayana and Storm. The White River was blessed with a great knowledge, a superior skill in Wisdom. All the creatures dwelling on the island were granted with Magical skill, and their lifespans were lengthened.
Those that remembered the story of the King, came together to forever mask His story, and the Great Creator, and everything of a time of peace, to keep down those who were trying to bring back the Way of Old. To do this, false histories and Gods were created, false rivalries, creating more tension and rage, destroying so many’s hope for rescue from The War that has broken out. The Paradise of the Isle was gone.
Over generations, the rage in the Kingdom’s blood seemed to change the land. Furious mountains rose up, and rapids raging like their angry blood. The terrain rippled, become broken and fragmented, like the Kingdoms themselves.
In every time of darkness, however, there Is the light of hope. The Great Creator, though it has very few believes, has cooled the anger in the souls of the Herla, creating a safe haven in their land the Believes, and for those who will the Civil War to end. Those that search for the One, a new King, one with a pure soul, one with the gentleness that could piece the world they never knew back together.
Now, the War’s fierce hand still grips this land, but the rumor has reached the Royal ears of all species that the land is changing a gain. Some believe it is a sign of a coming end to the War that has killed so many. Others believe it is a sign from the Gods they created that all life will end. Still others believe that the One they have been waiting for is coming.
What do you believe? Who will you trust, who is your rival? Will you fight, or run? What do you want? Freedom, or War? You decide. Your destiny has brought you to the Crystal Plane, The Isle of Himaryn.
Who knows, you could be the One we’ve waited for all this time.
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