Maalefic Lady
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- Posted: Sun, 21 Sep 2014 10:54:49 +0000
"ʏᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ғɪɢʜᴛs ᴍᴏɴsᴛᴇʀs ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴄᴀʀᴇ
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Mordent was once a land fruitful and young. Her hills were once green, waters so blue they shimmered like precious stones, and soil so rich that any crop borne from it was said to be fit for the Gods. They say the sun shone brightly and the winds were calm. Mordent was said to once have been a paradise. Mordent was once favored by the Gods, though none now remember their names... or such a paradise. Magic once flowed through the soil and roots of this place and great and beautiful creatures once possessed it inside of themselves. Fae, monster, and man lived side by side in peace. This world was once perfect.
Until the day the sky turned gray as the ocean churned in black anger and a frozen chill fell upon that which was Mordent, they called it the white death. A fog so thick and blinding crawled from the oceans depths and from the deep cavernous recesses of the land, bringing with it a winter so fierce and so cold that many did not survive it. The Myst, they called it, was a phenomena that to this day defies any explanation, only meaning – that of true fear. When the Myst comes... it takes away anything caught inside of it...and sometimes it leaves something hideous behind. The nights grew long and dark, so dark that fire could barely light the way or warm the cold. Creatures unknown began to emerge from the fog and the blackness, craving to consume life and they did.
And in the wake of the blood and gore came a name, The Black God, Warden of Mordent. This faceless entity was that of death, sin, and wrath. Born of the greed and cruelty of man and fae. His strange reach was long and merciless.
The people tried to fight and they lost to this being and his hoards of nightmares. So began the dawn of the Black Era, where strife and poverty are a plague and the rich and powerful are most wicked indeed. Where the darkness hides true nightmares and no one is as they seem. The magic of the old land is gone, overtaken by a dark and more sinister craft. The people are convinced the world must slowly and surely be dying around them. Crops struggle to grow. Children often die in infancy. Man has turned on each other. The fae have all but disappeared save for a few. The soul of Mordent is gone.
In this time the Black God has faded into myth, but there is none who do not know of his tale. The people fight to stay alive against the Evils of Mordent, creatures of vile corruption, who lord over the land.
But in these dark times there are other threats than just the old wives tales surrounding the Black God and the power of the Evil's. The Paragon have risen to power in the northern archipelago. Led by their king, Judas, he has taken the land once terrorized by a monster lurking beneath a deep lake and transformed it into his own. By his word he denounces the Black God's existence and seeks to bring a brutal end to all those considered abominations and blights, whether they be an Evil or a citizen, to the land and with the so-called power of his new god, the White God and only god, he seeks to restore the soul of Mordent... but there is just one price to pay for his protection from the darkness – convert to his ways...or die.
But they say that no curse can last forever...and the curse that binds Mordent is beginning to weaken. And it falls upon the shoulders of a few chosen with the burden of lifting Mordent's Curse.
Our story begins with a fire that rages in the ancient forest infested with Wolves that draws the fanatical Paragon Huntsmen towards it in search of a murderess who killed one of their own...
Pick your side and choose wisely
Until the day the sky turned gray as the ocean churned in black anger and a frozen chill fell upon that which was Mordent, they called it the white death. A fog so thick and blinding crawled from the oceans depths and from the deep cavernous recesses of the land, bringing with it a winter so fierce and so cold that many did not survive it. The Myst, they called it, was a phenomena that to this day defies any explanation, only meaning – that of true fear. When the Myst comes... it takes away anything caught inside of it...and sometimes it leaves something hideous behind. The nights grew long and dark, so dark that fire could barely light the way or warm the cold. Creatures unknown began to emerge from the fog and the blackness, craving to consume life and they did.
And in the wake of the blood and gore came a name, The Black God, Warden of Mordent. This faceless entity was that of death, sin, and wrath. Born of the greed and cruelty of man and fae. His strange reach was long and merciless.
The people tried to fight and they lost to this being and his hoards of nightmares. So began the dawn of the Black Era, where strife and poverty are a plague and the rich and powerful are most wicked indeed. Where the darkness hides true nightmares and no one is as they seem. The magic of the old land is gone, overtaken by a dark and more sinister craft. The people are convinced the world must slowly and surely be dying around them. Crops struggle to grow. Children often die in infancy. Man has turned on each other. The fae have all but disappeared save for a few. The soul of Mordent is gone.
In this time the Black God has faded into myth, but there is none who do not know of his tale. The people fight to stay alive against the Evils of Mordent, creatures of vile corruption, who lord over the land.
But in these dark times there are other threats than just the old wives tales surrounding the Black God and the power of the Evil's. The Paragon have risen to power in the northern archipelago. Led by their king, Judas, he has taken the land once terrorized by a monster lurking beneath a deep lake and transformed it into his own. By his word he denounces the Black God's existence and seeks to bring a brutal end to all those considered abominations and blights, whether they be an Evil or a citizen, to the land and with the so-called power of his new god, the White God and only god, he seeks to restore the soul of Mordent... but there is just one price to pay for his protection from the darkness – convert to his ways...or die.
But they say that no curse can last forever...and the curse that binds Mordent is beginning to weaken. And it falls upon the shoulders of a few chosen with the burden of lifting Mordent's Curse.
Our story begins with a fire that rages in the ancient forest infested with Wolves that draws the fanatical Paragon Huntsmen towards it in search of a murderess who killed one of their own...
Pick your side and choose wisely
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