~^xKujaku Silverdragonx^~
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- Posted: Sun, 16 Sep 2007 20:59:05 +0000
The Emerald Alcazar~ A History
Somewhere deep seated in the great Eastern Forests, tropical wilderness highly steeped in legend, one man will find his solace after years of searching.. years of wandering, never stopping for long.. always looking for a home to call his own.
Knowing that it is an impossibility to wander forever, Kujaku Silverdragon, being of a dying people changed by the very Life Blood of the Planet and the most evil and hellish of creatures born not of This World, would stake his claim here. And draw forth himself from the Planet’s veins a place of sanctuary.
A place of Respite.
One of Tranquility.
Unlike his predecessors, Kujaku would not draw from the evils placed and seeded within the Planet’s Life, but that of the purity itself. From the tips of his fingers, towers would grow, battlements would spread, bastions would commence to be… and there would be Home.
Emerald Alcazar.
Spires and crystal would stretch to the skies, blooming from the midst of a verdant Cloud Forest, mists drawing on the very essence of the Planet, wreathing all in something of an ethereal atmosphere. Beauty wasn’t near strong enough a word to describe the citadel, which looked to be made of something crystalline. Even at night, the castle would take on the strangest and eeriest of green glows, but it was more fascinating then something to be feared.
And this was how Emerald Alcazar came to be.
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Somewhere deep seated in the great Eastern Forests, tropical wilderness highly steeped in legend, one man will find his solace after years of searching.. years of wandering, never stopping for long.. always looking for a home to call his own.
Knowing that it is an impossibility to wander forever, Kujaku Silverdragon, being of a dying people changed by the very Life Blood of the Planet and the most evil and hellish of creatures born not of This World, would stake his claim here. And draw forth himself from the Planet’s veins a place of sanctuary.
A place of Respite.
One of Tranquility.
Unlike his predecessors, Kujaku would not draw from the evils placed and seeded within the Planet’s Life, but that of the purity itself. From the tips of his fingers, towers would grow, battlements would spread, bastions would commence to be… and there would be Home.
Emerald Alcazar.
Spires and crystal would stretch to the skies, blooming from the midst of a verdant Cloud Forest, mists drawing on the very essence of the Planet, wreathing all in something of an ethereal atmosphere. Beauty wasn’t near strong enough a word to describe the citadel, which looked to be made of something crystalline. Even at night, the castle would take on the strangest and eeriest of green glows, but it was more fascinating then something to be feared.
And this was how Emerald Alcazar came to be.
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