This shall be a brief introduction upon the Rp which I am writing up, so that I do not forget what I started from or lose my place as I write up each peice.
~* War of Souls *~
There is a war about to break out in the land of gaia.
This land and time will be come to known as The Lost World of Souls in history books in the great and distant future, in the world that will surely rebuild itself from the survivors of the end of this one.
In gaia, there are seperate cities, each a great sprawling landmass, each seperated by the rainbow seas, each brought together by a great bridge from one continent to the next. Each Liota, (as the "cities" are called) is of a different heart, soul, element, and music.
The cities are apart due to thier inability to interact peacefully with the other Liotas. Though long ago there was only peace in the land. But, as is always the case with humans and thier brethren, there will always be one who upsets the balance of nature, with his corruption and greed. This such man, he who named himself Drazederious, pulled an army together of people from each liota, and waged war and destruciton, mayhem and chaos across each land. But a hero from each land came forth, the bravest, most powerful warrior stepped up to fight against Drazederious.
The fight lasted into a long and harsh battle, which raged for six days and six nights. At long last the warriors stood victorious over the evil.
On this day, the sixth day of the sixth month, under a full moon of red, as the rainbow seas churned black in the night, the heroes turned thier power together and sealed the evil one in a tomb. Upon this tomb they then used thier powers to build a territory of safe and neutral ground, a large island in the center of all the others. From here each hero turned with thier backs together in a circle, casting out thier powers to pull a bridge from the depths of the seas of each heroes element to the surface. With thier will alone they bent the elements to make the bridges. Each loita was then moved from their place to the circle to attach to the bridge, the great landmasses now anchored together in peace.
Thier war done, the survivors came out to celebrate, each crowding across the bridge to the central peir, now called the
Maelbolge. Each hero knew the price for thier powers, a platform rose beneath each of the heroes where they still stood in a circle. They grew in stature until they were each giants, then in loud voices that boomed and echoed across the land the heroes said thier final words. ~* War of Souls *~
There is a war about to break out in the land of gaia.
This land and time will be come to known as The Lost World of Souls in history books in the great and distant future, in the world that will surely rebuild itself from the survivors of the end of this one.
In gaia, there are seperate cities, each a great sprawling landmass, each seperated by the rainbow seas, each brought together by a great bridge from one continent to the next. Each Liota, (as the "cities" are called) is of a different heart, soul, element, and music.
The cities are apart due to thier inability to interact peacefully with the other Liotas. Though long ago there was only peace in the land. But, as is always the case with humans and thier brethren, there will always be one who upsets the balance of nature, with his corruption and greed. This such man, he who named himself Drazederious, pulled an army together of people from each liota, and waged war and destruciton, mayhem and chaos across each land. But a hero from each land came forth, the bravest, most powerful warrior stepped up to fight against Drazederious.
The fight lasted into a long and harsh battle, which raged for six days and six nights. At long last the warriors stood victorious over the evil.
On this day, the sixth day of the sixth month, under a full moon of red, as the rainbow seas churned black in the night, the heroes turned thier power together and sealed the evil one in a tomb. Upon this tomb they then used thier powers to build a territory of safe and neutral ground, a large island in the center of all the others. From here each hero turned with thier backs together in a circle, casting out thier powers to pull a bridge from the depths of the seas of each heroes element to the surface. With thier will alone they bent the elements to make the bridges. Each loita was then moved from their place to the circle to attach to the bridge, the great landmasses now anchored together in peace.
Thier war done, the survivors came out to celebrate, each crowding across the bridge to the central peir, now called the
They warned the people of the land not to ever break the peace and prosperity, to bask in the beauty of serenity. For the day shall come, when thier legend will fade away into dust, and the people will forget, and become treacherous and greedy with the power they each held dear. On that day the warlord Drazederious would arise from the depths of his prison and with the soul of the one whose corruption called him forth, his terrible reign of horror and bloodshed will begin again. One this day, there will be heroes who must recognize theirselves, and return to the statues of thier former selves, the heroes statues. The statues will crumble, and from the dust the soul of the awakened hero will merge with the power and spirit of the hero of legend, to rise and come together to conquere the evil king. As thier voices faded away, the heroes began to die, thier bodies turned to stone, a marble of unbreakable, unblemishable stone, each the color of thier element and soul. The people mourned the loss of the heros and celebrated the victory, thier freedom.
Of course, the day is soon to come where the evil King Drazederious will return with a new name, a new face, and the supressed evil and power of the many generations of laying dorment. The century has come where the technology is vast, though simple, as the people live in harmony and light, peace between all. They still wear the clothes as they did in the olden times; the jobs, way of life, has not altered. Although the mages all live much longer lives. They seem immortal, for thier lifespans are centuries.
