Post by aketi on Nov 28, 2005 18:55:33 GMT -5
There was a time when those who led the lands were not seperated by choice of path. There was no stained, there was no pure, and there was no undesicion. There was nothing, only three brothers who believed in no path. Each of the three began to create their own empire expanding upon a different area. They did not rival with one another, more often they assessted each other with their needs. But it was bound to end, the realm of quiet they had created amoung one another.
End it did. For in the midst of one night under a hidden moon, blood dripped down fatal wounds of one of the brothers. It was the brother of the curse Istar, who ruled the mountainous terras that crumbled to his death at the hands of one who had come from the depths of hell. Isolde they called him, a phantom of ivory he was. Isolde took Istar's kingdom inside his firm grasp, wreacking havoc across the lands. Isolde had brought hell with him, for he was a demon content on shattering all of these lands. And soon the phantom of alabaster extended his reach of shadows into the lands of fallen Istar's brothers. And the first to feel the wrath was Argos.
Argos spat at Isolde with disgust at what he had done...how he had taken a throne through murder. It was not like Argos to be hating towards either the pure nor the inferno, but each time Isolde pryed into his thoughts hate burned at the demon, and then it extended to the whole path of hell that Isolde had created. No longer did Argos feel towards any path, for now he had shunned away sin and began to feel his way towards the light. Thus tearing apart what all three brothers once were, and only one remained without a path. Torn by the death of Istar and the choice of Argos.
Ares was the third. Through his eyes he watched his brother's murder, watched Isolde rise in power, and watched Argos change his heart to purity. Undecided Ares stood, unsure of where to place his soul with, for he truely wished to stay as he always was, neither of hell nor of heaven. It torn their empire apart, for each different realm clashed against one another...tension hung heavy in each land. Each lord now governed their own herds, each creating positions for their followers. Creating spies to use against one another...until mother nature decided to end it all.
It was unsure how it started, but all that was known was that it left all in shambles. It was a blazing inferno that ripped across all the empires leaving just one survivor known. Ekanta, the daughter of Isolde stayed alive through the flames, and returned in a years time to take over a harem that once belonged to Isolde. It was hell's time to rule once again, to bring back from the ashes the empires that once held strong. With all the lords dead, and all their followers it was time to start anew, and the deadly Lady Ekanta would be the first to walk across the Land of the Fallen again...
would you care to start an empire in the fallen?
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End it did. For in the midst of one night under a hidden moon, blood dripped down fatal wounds of one of the brothers. It was the brother of the curse Istar, who ruled the mountainous terras that crumbled to his death at the hands of one who had come from the depths of hell. Isolde they called him, a phantom of ivory he was. Isolde took Istar's kingdom inside his firm grasp, wreacking havoc across the lands. Isolde had brought hell with him, for he was a demon content on shattering all of these lands. And soon the phantom of alabaster extended his reach of shadows into the lands of fallen Istar's brothers. And the first to feel the wrath was Argos.
Argos spat at Isolde with disgust at what he had done...how he had taken a throne through murder. It was not like Argos to be hating towards either the pure nor the inferno, but each time Isolde pryed into his thoughts hate burned at the demon, and then it extended to the whole path of hell that Isolde had created. No longer did Argos feel towards any path, for now he had shunned away sin and began to feel his way towards the light. Thus tearing apart what all three brothers once were, and only one remained without a path. Torn by the death of Istar and the choice of Argos.
Ares was the third. Through his eyes he watched his brother's murder, watched Isolde rise in power, and watched Argos change his heart to purity. Undecided Ares stood, unsure of where to place his soul with, for he truely wished to stay as he always was, neither of hell nor of heaven. It torn their empire apart, for each different realm clashed against one another...tension hung heavy in each land. Each lord now governed their own herds, each creating positions for their followers. Creating spies to use against one another...until mother nature decided to end it all.
It was unsure how it started, but all that was known was that it left all in shambles. It was a blazing inferno that ripped across all the empires leaving just one survivor known. Ekanta, the daughter of Isolde stayed alive through the flames, and returned in a years time to take over a harem that once belonged to Isolde. It was hell's time to rule once again, to bring back from the ashes the empires that once held strong. With all the lords dead, and all their followers it was time to start anew, and the deadly Lady Ekanta would be the first to walk across the Land of the Fallen again...
would you care to start an empire in the fallen?
lofthef.proboards76.com/index.cgi