Reading through other people's ideas and stuff, hearing them talk about their "vaults" of rp ideas and storage, reminded me of a plot I created with a friend. She wrote one half of it, and I wrote the other half (though her half is bigger, and I'm still writing most of my half XD). Unfortunately, we never got around to starting it up. I might as well post it and see what people think.
Quote:
“That's the thing with magic. You've got to know it's still here,
all around us,
or it just stays invisible for you."
They say the sky that day had a setting sun. The rays stretched endlessly forward, and whatever they touched was bathed in a warm red glow. It was absolutely beautiful to whomever watched it, and its memory remained just that much sweeter because it was the last one anyone would ever see.
It was at that time, as the sun completely disappeared and night was at its peak, that he led his uprising. Those in power were aware of the whispers of conspiracy, knew that a rebellion was inching its way into happening. However, they never could have guessed at the sheer overwhelming might of their adversaries. Hundreds, thousands, of knights appeared out of the woodwork of the world. Knights, with swords, bows, and spears. Knights, bearing magic.
Magic was the ultimate taboo of society, it was completely forbidden. All human beings had the power in themselves to use it, but it was because of that very same power that the ruling monarchy refused to let it be practiced. It threatened their power, and so it became treason to even spark a candle without a match.
Some argued that it was a reasonable law; magic was dangerous in the wrong hands after all. But one man, Veles Svadilfari, spoke out against the oppression.
"Think of the possibilities!"
Veles was an idealist, a man of extreme talent and charisma. He spoke of healing magic that could cure even the most deadly of diseases, heal the most fatal of wounds. Magic that could instantly give warmth, light, food. It was a mystical thing that could fix all of the world’s problems, and yet it was denied to them.
Lord Veles' views were hard to look down upon; they held an undeniable truth. Supporters from all around the world gathered at his side in secret, the monarchy's eyes unable to see even as they knew. A revolution was coming, a revolution that will forever change the world. It couldn't be held back any longer, the ideals of one young man would lead the nations into a new era; one of undying prosperity or horrible tragedy.
The rebel forces named their circle as simply 'Elegy', meaning, a mournful group who despaired at an unchanging world.
With Veles as its head, they attacked. Two major forces, stationed to the north and south points of the earth, revealed themselves to the sky on that faithful night at exactly midnight; the disorienting dark aiding them in their battle.
It would have been an easy victory for Elegy, magic was much more powerful than a sword. However, with power comes great risk. Magic wasn't the cure to all the worlds misery, it was a pulsing entity capable of either creating...or destruction. Most of Veles's men weren't fit for handling such high-caliber spells, spells that Veles had no problem handling and as such figured no one else would either. The mechanics of magic were highly unknown at this time, and Veles unknowingly was probably the most powerful mage to have ever existed. The raw purity of his magic allowed him to control the deadly ritual that both the Northern Forces and Southern Forces were initiating; the focus point of Elegy’s plan.
However, those in the Southern Forces didn't have the talent that Veles did and their magic went horribly wrong. The magic of thousands of mages and witches back lashed, sending great fissures through the Earth; summoning great thunderstorms in the sky. The ritual was one that Veles, a sheer genius in talent and ability, had come up with. Two pillars, simply massive in length, were created out of his own magic; and they would be the things to hold in place the image of the new world he wanted to create. Both would be raised into the Earth’s atmosphere, and with the magic embowed inside of them, they would resonate with one another; creating an invisible curtain of pure magical power. It would draw forth the inner abilities of everyone in the world, it would make the very air they breathed a magical amplifier. It would make ignoring magic impossible, and as such lift the ban. For if everyone used magic, who was able to righteously suppress it?
Veles, with his innocent ideals, was unable to stop the next sequence of events. As the Northern forces raised their pillars of light into the sky, the Southern forces’ life was leeched out of them by the out of control, twisting, pulsing presence of the black magic they had unintentionally unleashed. Without anyone to subdue the raging, overflowing magic, it did the opposite of what it was suppose to do. Instead of resonating and balancing out the Northern Forces pillar, it combined.
It was too much for even Veles to handle. Unable to raise it in the air any longer, the mighty beam spiraled back down; piercing the Earth in a mind-shattering event that would later be called The Precipice of Calamity. The magic that was contained in the pillar engulfed the world in an invisible curtain just as Veles envisioned, but instead of being contained in the Earth's atmosphere it pulsed outward and around the helpless planet; the raw power it exerted contending with the Sun's gravitational pull. All rotation stopped, and the Earth ceased to spin on its axes; halted in its tracks by one of Newton's oldest laws.
"Every object in a state of uniform motion tends to remain in that state of motion unless an external force is applied to it."
With a force of equal proportions being pressed and exerted on Earth, it remained unmoving; locked forever in place. In the North days of everlasting sunshine, in the South, days of everlasting night. It was something Veles never would have predicted in his worst nightmares, and it was something that he could never atone. The group known as Elegy crumbled with the loss of more than half their forces, all the warrior's spirits broken upon the sight of the giant pillar of light spearing the world; the casualties upon impact immeasurable. The society everyone had ever known was in ruins, and chaos reigned supreme in a world that no longer knew up from down. Light from dark.
It was suppose to be paradise for all living creatures. No more disease, hunger, or pain. A world filled with magic.
But Veles's wings collapsed under the weight of his dreams, and with his decent he ignorantly plummeted the world into purgatory as well; his mouth opened in a lamentful elegy that chilled the bones of everyone present to witness the fall of a once kind and great man. He had the purest of intentions. But will alone and strength alone wasn't enough. Nowhere near enough.
Years passed and with the death of all the rebel forces, order slowly established throughout the world. Magic was banned with a new vigor, punishable by death to any who practiced the art. But it could never be contained as it once was. It was everywhere one looked, if one wished to see it.
The air trembled with its presence, the water pure with its essence. Every living creature of the world was bathed in it and could take advantage of it if they only had the mind to. Some were more talented than others, the knack and skill for magic different in everyone. But it was no longer suppressed.
Their world now was indeed a world of magic.
That was 500 years ago.
It was the story told to all the little children to scare them. But magic did exist, and it was still banned on pain of death. So there must have been some truth in the story. After all, the evidence lay right in front of them. The pillar of light was still embedded in the earth. Yet it was just a mere story to most people. It did train people to believe that magic was a horrible thing and should be treated thus. After all, magic caused all this, so it must have been bad. Because of magic, half of the year, it is daytime, and half of the year is nighttime. It is because of magic that half of the year the people freeze to death, and half of the year the people die from the heat. So why shouldn’t it be banned?
Although magic was banned so long ago, there are those who cultivated that little bit of magic in them, grew it until it was a formidable force.
Their name was...
Elysium
all around us,
or it just stays invisible for you."
They say the sky that day had a setting sun. The rays stretched endlessly forward, and whatever they touched was bathed in a warm red glow. It was absolutely beautiful to whomever watched it, and its memory remained just that much sweeter because it was the last one anyone would ever see.
It was at that time, as the sun completely disappeared and night was at its peak, that he led his uprising. Those in power were aware of the whispers of conspiracy, knew that a rebellion was inching its way into happening. However, they never could have guessed at the sheer overwhelming might of their adversaries. Hundreds, thousands, of knights appeared out of the woodwork of the world. Knights, with swords, bows, and spears. Knights, bearing magic.
Magic was the ultimate taboo of society, it was completely forbidden. All human beings had the power in themselves to use it, but it was because of that very same power that the ruling monarchy refused to let it be practiced. It threatened their power, and so it became treason to even spark a candle without a match.
Some argued that it was a reasonable law; magic was dangerous in the wrong hands after all. But one man, Veles Svadilfari, spoke out against the oppression.
"Think of the possibilities!"
Veles was an idealist, a man of extreme talent and charisma. He spoke of healing magic that could cure even the most deadly of diseases, heal the most fatal of wounds. Magic that could instantly give warmth, light, food. It was a mystical thing that could fix all of the world’s problems, and yet it was denied to them.
Lord Veles' views were hard to look down upon; they held an undeniable truth. Supporters from all around the world gathered at his side in secret, the monarchy's eyes unable to see even as they knew. A revolution was coming, a revolution that will forever change the world. It couldn't be held back any longer, the ideals of one young man would lead the nations into a new era; one of undying prosperity or horrible tragedy.
The rebel forces named their circle as simply 'Elegy', meaning, a mournful group who despaired at an unchanging world.
With Veles as its head, they attacked. Two major forces, stationed to the north and south points of the earth, revealed themselves to the sky on that faithful night at exactly midnight; the disorienting dark aiding them in their battle.
It would have been an easy victory for Elegy, magic was much more powerful than a sword. However, with power comes great risk. Magic wasn't the cure to all the worlds misery, it was a pulsing entity capable of either creating...or destruction. Most of Veles's men weren't fit for handling such high-caliber spells, spells that Veles had no problem handling and as such figured no one else would either. The mechanics of magic were highly unknown at this time, and Veles unknowingly was probably the most powerful mage to have ever existed. The raw purity of his magic allowed him to control the deadly ritual that both the Northern Forces and Southern Forces were initiating; the focus point of Elegy’s plan.
However, those in the Southern Forces didn't have the talent that Veles did and their magic went horribly wrong. The magic of thousands of mages and witches back lashed, sending great fissures through the Earth; summoning great thunderstorms in the sky. The ritual was one that Veles, a sheer genius in talent and ability, had come up with. Two pillars, simply massive in length, were created out of his own magic; and they would be the things to hold in place the image of the new world he wanted to create. Both would be raised into the Earth’s atmosphere, and with the magic embowed inside of them, they would resonate with one another; creating an invisible curtain of pure magical power. It would draw forth the inner abilities of everyone in the world, it would make the very air they breathed a magical amplifier. It would make ignoring magic impossible, and as such lift the ban. For if everyone used magic, who was able to righteously suppress it?
Veles, with his innocent ideals, was unable to stop the next sequence of events. As the Northern forces raised their pillars of light into the sky, the Southern forces’ life was leeched out of them by the out of control, twisting, pulsing presence of the black magic they had unintentionally unleashed. Without anyone to subdue the raging, overflowing magic, it did the opposite of what it was suppose to do. Instead of resonating and balancing out the Northern Forces pillar, it combined.
It was too much for even Veles to handle. Unable to raise it in the air any longer, the mighty beam spiraled back down; piercing the Earth in a mind-shattering event that would later be called The Precipice of Calamity. The magic that was contained in the pillar engulfed the world in an invisible curtain just as Veles envisioned, but instead of being contained in the Earth's atmosphere it pulsed outward and around the helpless planet; the raw power it exerted contending with the Sun's gravitational pull. All rotation stopped, and the Earth ceased to spin on its axes; halted in its tracks by one of Newton's oldest laws.
"Every object in a state of uniform motion tends to remain in that state of motion unless an external force is applied to it."
With a force of equal proportions being pressed and exerted on Earth, it remained unmoving; locked forever in place. In the North days of everlasting sunshine, in the South, days of everlasting night. It was something Veles never would have predicted in his worst nightmares, and it was something that he could never atone. The group known as Elegy crumbled with the loss of more than half their forces, all the warrior's spirits broken upon the sight of the giant pillar of light spearing the world; the casualties upon impact immeasurable. The society everyone had ever known was in ruins, and chaos reigned supreme in a world that no longer knew up from down. Light from dark.
It was suppose to be paradise for all living creatures. No more disease, hunger, or pain. A world filled with magic.
But Veles's wings collapsed under the weight of his dreams, and with his decent he ignorantly plummeted the world into purgatory as well; his mouth opened in a lamentful elegy that chilled the bones of everyone present to witness the fall of a once kind and great man. He had the purest of intentions. But will alone and strength alone wasn't enough. Nowhere near enough.
Years passed and with the death of all the rebel forces, order slowly established throughout the world. Magic was banned with a new vigor, punishable by death to any who practiced the art. But it could never be contained as it once was. It was everywhere one looked, if one wished to see it.
The air trembled with its presence, the water pure with its essence. Every living creature of the world was bathed in it and could take advantage of it if they only had the mind to. Some were more talented than others, the knack and skill for magic different in everyone. But it was no longer suppressed.
Their world now was indeed a world of magic.
That was 500 years ago.
It was the story told to all the little children to scare them. But magic did exist, and it was still banned on pain of death. So there must have been some truth in the story. After all, the evidence lay right in front of them. The pillar of light was still embedded in the earth. Yet it was just a mere story to most people. It did train people to believe that magic was a horrible thing and should be treated thus. After all, magic caused all this, so it must have been bad. Because of magic, half of the year, it is daytime, and half of the year is nighttime. It is because of magic that half of the year the people freeze to death, and half of the year the people die from the heat. So why shouldn’t it be banned?
Although magic was banned so long ago, there are those who cultivated that little bit of magic in them, grew it until it was a formidable force.
Their name was...
Elysium
